The Hawk Dining Room 7:28pm
The Moon rose at supper
like a humanoid zygote
passing first through a layer of peach —
as the peach got pinker and pinker
The Moon got higher and higher —
Its fullness minus a day
glowed Its luminous face
to the solid bank of ocean
and to The Earthlings at Their Window
The Hawk Deck 9:03am
This has been The Place
of My Full Recovery
from My Mother’s Death
of more than Twenty Years
This is The Place of My Happiness and Joy
with Molten Silver on The Sea
Bird Life, Cat Life
My Life and My Husband’s
–
The Hawk Living Room Window 4:43pm
My Serenity Level
cannot be measured
there is no equipment
like The Blood Sugar Thing
there is only The Sun
streaming in over Me
as I sit on the end
of The Tomato-coloured Couch
with The Window open
airing in The Waves
from The Southern Tip
of The Hawk
The Hawk Kitchen 8:45am
How can I be depressed, even slightly
in My Beautiful Kitchen
with The Sun beaming in
& My Husband staying home from work
to be with Me?
–
9:40am
I have on My Thick Grey Robe
for comfort when I’m down
drinking a cup of tea
eking out the last of The Sun
–
The Hawk Portico 5:05pm
Low Blood Sugar or No Blood Sugar
(something’s wrong with the reader)
I’m in a mini depression
saved only by getting My Hair done
& sitting out here
on The Portico
in mild fall sun
the purging of waves
& the double squawk of a Jay
repeated on His Wire
The Hawk Living Room 5:42pm
A Peculiar Fatigue
has come over Me today
I lay on the couch
underneath Eliza’s Horse Blanket —
I see it now, cast off
dangling one corner
down the side of the couch
signifying the old depressions
but I am grown up now
they cannot get Me
no matter how tired I get
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:42pm
20 years ago during My First Depression
I departed from The Pink Bedspread
of The Yarmouth Psychiatric Unit
to take some advantage
of an offered outing
in a hospital bus
to venture across
a high-grass board-walk
to nowhere
only to return to My Bedspread
which may well have been
Chrysanthemum Gold
The Hawk Deck
11:00 am
Eye am dressed in solid grey
& un-ironed white linen
sitting on The Deck, quiet
My Daughter, visiting from College
has just fed Gully
some old rice cakes
& The Crows are subdued
in the trifling fog
The Hawk Family (TV) Room 5:35pm
I’ll never feel sorry for You
You Big Black Box
of detestation
yet I see My Reflection
in You
in My Purple Sweater
I compliment Your Blackness
We are the colours
of SEX
inappropriate
with You taking hold
of
Me
by
Your Little Red Alarm Signal
to open My Legs
in front
of
You
The Hawk Family Room 10:22pm
Monday Night when I sat
My Ass down
on a leather foot stool
in front of The Big Black TV
I felt a mantle
of Power
wrap around My Shoulders
I felt I could say anything
& slay with My Words
until I stood up
& turned around
to address — for the first time —
The Entity
I so disdain
I commanded His Direction
which was not forthcoming
I
SAT
RIGHT
BACK
DOWN
& folded My Arms
to
wait
but
He
failed
Me
The Hawk Family Room 7:50pm
Hey Black Box
I ain’t no Little Mermaid
Who gave Her Voice
to The Sea Witch
in exchange for a pair of legs
so She could walk
with every step agony
just to see Her Rescued Prince —
I ain’t no Fairy Tale Figure —
quit eatin’ at Me
get away from Me
You can sound like a man
but I don’t buy it —
You’re a piece of crap
shit
I’ll never be friends with you
no matter how much you sweet-talk
you can go Fuck Yourself
Joanna Gilman Hyde 