The Hawk West Desk Window 9:20am
Those long black hours
twenty years ago waiting
for My Mother to die
have been replaced
by coffee in The Morning
with My Second Husband
& a carpenter’s quote
for His Library downstairs
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:45pm
Today I have a deal
to sell My Mother’s Grave
That Place She Loved So Dear
is going off to a professional couple
with twelve children
between Them
I am casting off My Mother’s Houses
I just opened the cupboard door under the sink
here at The Hawk
to dry My Hands on a non-existent towel there
thinking I was in The Shakespeare House
momentarily
but I’m not — that House
went in September 2011
& I am left with The Island
ready to go at the full asking price
by This Friday —
how many dish towel memories
do I have there?
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:00am
There’s a Picture somewhere
of My Mother’s outboard The Molly
resting at anchor in a pool of faded pink
It must be down in the basement
here at The Hawk
what will I think
when I see It again?
There’s A Galaxy
on My Living Room Window Pane
It sits before an old sunset
tantalizing Me by Its Size:
on What Scale is It as Large
as The Galaxies in Space?
on the bacterial level
or the molecular level
or the neutron, proton, electron level?
Or smaller still?
–
Will I ever know The Difference
or is there no difference —
Is It All Relative?
The Hawk Portico 2:53pm
I Open Doors
I Close Doors
I Open Another Door
I Close That Door
I Am An Owner of Cats
composed by WHB
The Hawk Portico 3:00pm
The Waves Today Remind Me
of Children Playing
uneven in Their Tumult
sporadic in Their Breaking
–
Yes, I have read of The Accident
but My Observations
were gathered
beforehand
The Hawk Kitchen 10:38am
A single splash of spray
out My Kitchen Window
evokes a silent prayer
that I may find relief
in The Changing of Hands
of My Mother’s Island Property —
a property I could never see
as My Own —
even if Peak or Eliza
had It — It would still be
My Mother’s
Joanna Gilman Hyde 