The Hawk Deck 3:03pm
We are into Late Summer now
I need a sweater on
in The Shade of The Afternoon Deck
I sit across from The Steps
with The Strata
of Leafy Hedge
Scrub Spruce
Ocean
& Sky
before
Me
The Hawk Deck 2:22pm
I was raised on an after-school diet
of fairy tales
listened to
on My Mother’s record player
with British accents I absorbed
the lamentations
of The Little Mermaid
Cinderella
Snow White
& Sleeping Beauty
& wrote in My First Adolescent Diary
“Could He Be The One?”
The Hawk Deck 12:50pm
When My Husband’s at work
& it’s nice out
I put a place-mat
on My Wrought Iron Table
& sit in a folding chair
for My One Can Of Soup
from Our Endless Basement
Supply
The Hawk Deck 10:26am
Unlike The Indoor Cat
Who contemplates going out
and goes
but not for long
I have arrived at My Fate
and will stay here
in any kind of weather
because I’ve seen It coming
I’ve felt the pull of ecstasy
I am Set Up
to receive It
Open Armed
Open Legged
The Hawk Deck 8:55am
It’s warming up
to a beautiful day
I Am Ushering In My Life
out on The Deck
I Am Eating My Banana
in a contemplative mode
listening, as always, to North Eastern Surf
dressed in My Robe
of Warm Silver
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:30am
Every Morning I Am
A Woman Of Ritual
I Wake To Open The Blinds
Re-fill The Kitties’ Water Dish
And Drink From My Fridge Spigot
The First Of Many Glasses
Marked “LIFE”
–
I Log My Self Organizing Galaxy Views
At 9:11
Or 10:22
I Row For 22 Minutes And 22 Seconds
On My C2 Indoor Rowing Machine
And Then I Take
**My Shower**
The Literal Transformation
Of My Shower Of Silver Lights
August 17, 2013 Highway 103, NS 4:47pm
There was a delicious dark haired Nurse
in The Old Nova Scotia Hospital
Who worked as I was admitted
on My Way to becoming psychotic
but not psychotic enough not to notice
Her Petite Stature, Shapely Hips
& Small Firm Breasts
accompanied by Her Accented “t’s”
from Cape Breton —
when I told Her behind The Desk
“You are very seductive –”
She quickly looked down around Her
& grabbed at Her Self
in a desperate sort of way
& I felt a momentary pang
of guilt
August 17, 2013 Highway 103 NS 4:32pm
We are Our Respective Cells
on homing instinct
still in party clothes
from a High Anglican Wedding
complete with incense and bells
The Bride was beautiful
The Groom long & lean
on Their Ways to PhD’s at Cambridge
after Honeymooning in Cape Breton
Joanna Gilman Hyde 