by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Portico 5:30pm

I have heard Silence

as if for the first time

but It was immediately washed over

by the sounds of birds, familiar

& waves, less so, but distinct —

in The Birds I hear My Childhood

— a signal to My Bearings now —

in The Waves I hear

cessation of endless thinking

The Call

to try & sleep

as delivered by My Own Private God

on My Right-hand Shoulder:

“You know The Meaning Of Life

& so You are A Star —

so go