by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Kitchen 8:08pm

What does The Sky look like

to Juvenile Joanna

sucking Her Right Thumb

but NOT twiddling Her Hair

(It was in braids)

This Sky out the East Kitchen Window

looks like oatmeal

From The West Desk Window

The Sky looks like striated years

representing decades

of living, & nearly dying

of having two babies

& losing the third

of having grown children

having no more mother, no father

a second loving husband

& a house from which

to watch The Clouds