OUR LIVES ARE BASED ON PERCEPTION
The Hawk Hallway 4:00pm
What is that blasted wind
really trying to tell Me?
I went ahead and rowed
the programmed 22 minutes
and now Hunter is asleep
not feeling well enough
to go to the one party
We’ve been invited to
this season
–
It — The Wind — tells Me I won’t listen
to Anybody
but My Self
Where Am I Going?
What Am I Following?
My Heart getting gnawed apart
by a Silver-Black Crow
in the shape of a Little Man?
Yet I am grateful to Him
I Tell My Self I Love Him — OOOH That Wind
Joanna Gilman Hyde 