One day
A steamy mist at daybreak
Filled every corner of the clearing.
Blanketed the garden
Gave the cabin a roof of cotton.
Made it seem like
Heaven come to Amwell.
So not until she was upon them
Did they see the famous reporter
Breathless, weary
Bent beneath a great pack
Her face open
Her eyes shining
Her lips quivering
In silent quest.