Disclaimers: The character of Chakotay belongs to Paramount, but the poem is
my own creation.
Author’s note: When I first wrote Wolf Song I&II, I hoped to write a third
poem to cover what I saw as three major points in Chakotay’s
life: going into Starfleet, joining the Maquis, and coming
aboard Voyager. Whether this “series” will go on to include
other moments which have yet to occur, I am not sure, but for
now this is it.
Wolf Song III
by Carly Hunter
copyright 1997
She is still with me.
Seventy thousand lightyears
Cannot diminish Her
I wait in a cross-legged silence
The smooth stone in my hand
A gift of the flowing river
The black wing before me
A gift from a dead brother
The prayer on my lips
My gift to Her
Lightly
She pads her way
Across the floor
Ice-blue eyes speak,
Come
Into the corridor.
I follow
We walk
Deck after deck
Each a life
Each a circle
Growing
Expanding
Intertwining
A child joined us recently.
Others will follow.
Mine?
The furred head tosses
She gives no answer
She is no fortune-teller
She reads only my spirit
We stop before my quarters
One circle is complete
No longer hunter
No longer hunted
I am back
At the beginning
She is still with me.