Wyrd

The sunset glows upon my back.
I know it does, but watch it, dream of it, I may not.
But I may face the man at the helm
And talk to him while he sends the canoe like a shaft of
light through the water.

I married him some years ago.
I often think I should not have married him.
The maids are putting to bed my children who are said
to be very beautiful.
The man at the helm of the boat adores me.
Sometimes, even though I have lived with him^___
I have forgotten how many years^___
He is a stranger to me,
And the sunset, and the canoe shooting through the little
whitecaps,
And the wild birds screaming over my head
Are my kinfolk.
I said yes to him in a moment when the pathways of the
stars had crossed.

^__Margaret E. Haughawout.

Sheep's Clothing
Margaret E. Haughawout
Page 66
(Pittsburg, Kansas: __. 1929)