The Hawk West Desk Window 10:55am
I am here to demonstrate
The Massive Capacity
of Our Human Intellect
born out of turmoil & strife
histories of flood & famine
long lines of creativity & invention
religious conflict
–
Out of All This Rises
A New Awareness
of
The Sacred Self
The Emergence
of
Our
New
World
View
The Hawk Wast Desk Window 1:22pm
My Ex-husband has a room
He built
above a garage
for neighbours I haven’t met
He calls it His Favourite Room
He took Me up there today
to look for Hunter’s Lost Pet
— I knew She wouldn’t be there —
in that perfect
extra
bedroom
of oiled wood
skylights
and
pastel paint
Do I
have to
work
guilt
in here
somewhere?
Pubnico, NS 10:22am
I am driving Home
A New Message
there — I see that tree I remember
I climbed It as a little kid
& now It is The Mighty Oak
Out There I See The Ocean
with tidal flats before
I hear The Waves
high under The Full Moon
pushing Me onward
to The Self
I think I know
so well
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:00pm
I Am Waiting
For The Impregnation
Of My Idea
For My Concept
To Be Opened Up
Sunk Into
& Savoured
For All Its Worth
The Hawk Hallway 7:34pm
My Journal Upon My Lap
Braces My Right Thigh
Crossed Over My Left
With The Final Rays Of Sun
Gracing My Kneecap
–
I Am Sitting To Write
Of The Exciting Time
Of Royal Birth
Growth Of Gold & Silver
& My Magic Number
Of The Day
–
The Only Shadow
On Our Good Favour
Is The Disappearance
Of Hunter’s Cat Cami
For The Second Time
The Hawk Deck 3:00pm
What Is In My World?
My Devoted Husband, soon-to-be-retired
My Darling Daughter, still up in the air
as far as school goes
My Children’s Grandfather languishing
in the little local hospital
under the care of Dr David H. Wilson
and so the perpetual ocean waves
draw Me in
The Hawk Deck 10:17am
The Waves sing out to Me
while Our Coffee steeps
Hunter is feeding the cats
I will check My Rooftop Views
@ 10:22
–
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:57am
The Surf is to The South
coming through Our Bedroom Windows
while We sit, legs stretched out
drinking second cups of coffee
on Our Hawk Queen Bed
with a solitary cat —
one of six —
resting between Us
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm
I Have Been Sent
By My Spirit
To This Time
This Place
For The Acquisition
Of A Proper
Life
Of Heady Happiness
Deep Mourning
& The Exclamation
Of Perfection
In All Things
Have any of you experienced finding your gravatar in the “like” position on a blog you have never visited?
This has happened to me today and it makes me nervous.
Joanna
Joanna Gilman Hyde 