The Hawk Deck 3:25
The Surf is rising —
I hear It beyond
the fog-wafted scrub spruce
to The North
–
It is calling Me:
The Waves surge through My Limbs
then subside
while I get My Breath
–
My Art is in My Pen
driven by My Surroundings:
today the breezy fog
accompanied by horns
low-pitched
meshes with a Chickadee’s chirp
as I relinquish all longing
& bask in My SELF
The Hawk Deck NOON
Yesterday The Ocean spoke to Me
& told Me to get up & write
Today it’s The Fog telling Me
to be quiet
–
1:00
I heard & saw one flock of Geese
flying south along the shore
& when I asked Hunter if
They could be going south already
He said, “Oh yes They are.”
–
1:10
I don’t care about
“Going Down In History”
I only care about
being a Living Legend
for The Time I’m In
–
1:52
There’s a Spider Web on The Edge
of This Book.
I have to get It off.
I will have to dismantle The Strand
& try to afix It to the little wrought iron table
next to Me.
–
Little Miss Muffet
sat on a tuffet
eating Her Curds & Whey
along came a Spider
& sat down beside Her
& frightened Miss Muffet away
–
Well, I got My Book back
Joanna Gilman Hyde 