Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

THE HAWK DECK 5:39pm

What wonder in  a flock of tweeting

twittering Birds overhead —

I heard Them coming before I saw Them —

They began to break up above Me

as I eagerly watched to see Them form Letters

of The Alphabet —

Letters maybe to divine a message

but how could I expect Those Birds —

that Body of Bird Life —

to know My Language?

THE HAWK DECK RESUMED

Did I ever see My Self like this —

married to a Doctor in His 70’s

with Earning Power Intact?

It was not this Success I saw

It was always

“A Famous Artist Living In Nova Scotia”

achieved

thanks to The Internet

I am in My Time

finally

but what do I see beyond this?

Grandchildren?

Taking care of Hunter?

Or do I see My Self in Partnership

with A Horn for My Voice

& A Voice for My Horn?

THE HAWK DECK LIST

These Are The Neighbourhood Sounds

Which Drive Me Off My Deck:

Lawnmowers

Weed Eaters

Auto Body Grinders

Skill Saws

Chain Saws

Various Hammerings

Is That Enough?

These Are The Sounds That Keep Me:

The Waves

The Surf

The Fog Horns

The Peepers

The Wind in The Leafy Hedge

The Birds — Jays, Crows, Gulls, Willets,

Mourning Doves, Robins, Grackles, Starlings, Warblers, Chickadees

Isn’t That Enough?

What do The Gulls think

when They eat a food They’ve never had —

like Spanish Rice and Sausage —

What do The Crows think?