Watchers

Gaping spirits watch
through mica windows at Acoma.
Some have matted hair,

curled finger nails,
Some still have lips,
and eye lids.

They watch water carriers
zigzagging up the mesa trail.
They see coffee pots, medicine

bottles a few inches tall.
They watch children, old women
burnishing ceramics,

young men circling want ads,
brides bathing,
old uncles playing cards,

house cats lost in the hunt.
They see vapor trails discarded
by intercontinental flights.

Some have no right hands
or left feet. All were once
heaving loaves of birth.

Watching is all they can do.

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