THE HAWK

by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Portico 5:00pm

My House faces South

here on The Hawk —

a spit of built-up sand

growing only scrub spruce

& beach dunes

— grass does grow in My Yard

except for a barren spot

where We can park —

but yes, This Is Where

I have found such joy

in the sounds of The Birds

& The Waves — Waves

all the way around —

I hear Them to My Right Today

as I gaze to the blue horizon

to My Left