Joanna Gilman Hyde

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