June 4th, 2026
St.John NB Ferry
8:15 am
I am The Single Driver
in Lane 2 @ The Terminal
saying Goodbye 2
My Lovely Daughter Eliza
& Peak’s Girlfriend Chantal —
Aboard The Ferry —
I am The Lone Traveler
going back 2 one cat
one house I’m happy 2 own
w friends 2 greet me
as if I’ve been away
for a million years.
May 29th, 2026
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
7:00 am
If I had had
M(eye) dark-haired
curly-headed Child
nursed in the eggnog bathrobe
Peter bought for $90
the year Peak was born —
would M(eye) Life still
have contained
The Gully I Love
Now??
May 27th, 2026
The Hawk Deck
8:50 am
The Floppy Brim of My Sun Hat
affords an array of Globuals of Light
a Myriad of Coloured Orbs
surrounding The Head
of M(eye) Field of Vision
which includes, of course
The Glittering of The Sea’s
Horizon Line
May 24th, 2026
The Hawk Deck
9:11 am
Hello Mom —
So Much has happened since
Your Death on March 27th, 1993
Do You Remember?
Just thinking of you now
while Eye sit
in My Place of Serenity
listening 2 the cheerfulness
of an array of Birds
(including one Mourning Dove) —
The Ocean is Silent
& I’m down 2 one Cat
Molly, (named after
your boat)
lolling in The Sun.
May 24th, 2026
The Hawk Deck
8:55 am
There is no horizon line
This Morning —
the hazy sky blends
completely w The Sea
& The Fishing Boats
look as if They are floating
on a lower portion
of my wash of cloud
May 15th, 2026
Halifax, NS
7:30 am
What does a lake offer
that an ocean does not?
Two early Morning Swimmers
A Figure in Black
smoking & drinking coffee —
serene bird song
& a wet deck chair
for me to towel off
May 14th, 2026
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
8:15 pm
The Silver Light of M(eye) Horizon
restores My Faith repeatedly
as It warms My Intuition
My Intellect
My Earnest Desire for The Day
inwhich I am positioned
May 8th, 2026
The Hawk Queen Bed
4:54 am
Eye Am The Universe
every one of My Trillion Cells
Loaded
w compassionate stardust
w the liquid of human kindness
not for others
butt for My Inner Workings
which find a home
amongst Our Eternal Creation
April 27th, 2026
The Hawk Corner Room
8:39 am
This New Morning
Eye raised my shade
2 the glorious blue
of The Western Waterway
beyond my Western Bedroom Window
& thought 2 write
of why Eye live here
remote butt not remote
on a narrow spit of sand
called The Hawk
on Cape Sable Island —
the most southerly tip
of Atlantic Canada
where my Gully now knocks
at the sliding glass door
for His rare piece
of bacon
April 20th, 2026
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost
7:11 am
Eye said 2 My Gull —
or was He? —
“Gully, Is That You?”
This Morning
a lone gull
acting familiar
came 2 His Rail
hoping for Breakfast
& didn’t fly off
when Eye spoke
through The Sliding Glass Door —
My Door Open 2 The Hawk Life
I love so much
Joanna Gilman Hyde 