The Hawk Queen Bed 9:40pm
When I close My Eyes at Night
I can see the generational sprays
of light
in My Field of Vision
Which is spherical
& ever-moving
The Hawk Portico 4:22pm
On one of these rare days
in early Fall
so still
I’ve decided to stay
on The Hawk
instead of driving to Barrington
for a walk
on The Trail
while Hunter rows —
I cannot miss
this outdoor treat
of sitting in My Red Deck Chair
with My Front Door open
to The Sounds of My Daughter
readying in the kitchen
for tonight’s drive
back to
College
The Hawk Deck 11:22am
Take away The Question
what do You have
That Which Is
all around You
in front of Your Blazing Eyes
at the touch of Your Sticky Fingers
at the smell of Your Pristine Nose
at the lure of Your Thankful Ears
at the taste of Your Capable Tongue
The Meaning is in Your Voice
in Your Gesture
in Your Mind
The Hawk Deck 10:45am
How Ironic, My Private Gold
— I wrote Gold! —
told Me I am A Star
“so go to sleep”
— She told Me
to go To Sleep!
while here now I am waiting
watching
to see The World
awake!
The Hawk Deck 10:40am
I’m a wanna-be Spiritual Leader
I wanna teach Humanity
to love Itself
How corny is that?
Here on My Deck I love
in The Light Of Morning
I wanna cry out
“Love Your Selves!”
The heck with God —
We bumbling Humans
are where It’s At
Look what We can make
of Our Selves
Wanna Bet?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:30pm
When I was a student at Cooper Union
I tried to have an affair
with The President
He gave no response to My Stream of hand-delivered letters
but once gave Me a small kiss
as I stepped on His Foot
After I graduated
I gave Him a pair of hand-knitted socks
for His Cold Feet
By the time His Presidency was nearly over
I was on My way to Nova Scotia
to get properly married
I went to His Office
one last time
He said, “I still have Those Socks –”
I said, “Now You don’t need Them –”
“Why?”
“Because Now It’s Spring!”
The Hawk Kitchen 7:13pm
There’s something so satisfying
about letting A Fly out
a sliding glass door —
It’s as if all Your Problems
go along with It
& You can stand back
& look at The Sky
in Its sunset-hued pink
& think There Is No Better
Way
Joanna Gilman Hyde 