Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

POST 222

The Hawk Living Room 2:26pm

Why try to rectify

the capture of another Bird

by Our collarless cat

The Huntress?

This one didn’t die

It was merely shocked

but in My upset

I saw what I had left:

the embodiment of My Depression

like a terrible wound

before I found happiness

in a healing World

of My Own

TRANSFERRING IMAGERY

The Hawk Portico 11:55am

If A Fly lands on My Black Sneaker

can He know how many miles I’ve walked?

Or does He find the netted fabric of My Toe

somehow familiar?

What makes Him stay here

while I drink My Tea

& decide to write?

12:14pm

I don’t object

to My Neighbour’s Flagpole

right in My Line of Vision —

It’s A Focal Point

fanning The Canadian Emblem

like flames from a hearth

out across The Atlantic