Huntress (Poem)

Huntress

I can see her.

Can you?

She is watching above,

high above,

in the endless hill.

I stare at her

It seems

she

does not notice

me

I can see her

Can you?

She stands there,

dark skin,

ebony hair,

mysterious eyes.

I see her

I see her from

 below

Maybe she hasn’t seen

me.

Maybe she thought I was

hunting in a different

way.

Maybe she has already

hunted prey and her

hunger has been

satisfied.

But I can see her.

Can you?

I watch her

Am I hunting her?

Is she hunting me?

Maybe

I’m just stalking around.

Maybe I am hunting for blue

jays.

Maybe, just maybe.

I don’t know.

I watch her,

her every move,

her every sound.

I admire her,

her every advance,

her every breath.

I see her

She can see

me.

I am sure.

Maybe she hasn’t

 noticed

That I am watching

too.

I can see her.

Can you?

The problem is

that I haven’t decided yet

who is the

 hunter,

who is the

 prey.

(1998)