The Hawk Living Room 9:05am
The Sun is white hot
this morning
with Its Silver Blazing
over the water
The Crows are in an uproar
waves of Starlings are matting Our Lawn
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:00pm
I am The Girl Who’s
had Every Advantage
even when the heel broke
off My Glass Slipper
I arrived unscathed
from an orgy of Champagne
in the back of a Limousine —
too bad I don’t remember
The Home Stretch
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:44am
I have A Show Husband
dressed for Casual Friday
in His brand new Art Director’s Shirt
& old jeans
He has to tell Them
“Listen People”
while He sells His Position
of being Dr Blair
& I sell Mine
of being His Wife
The Hawk Queen Bed 7:57am
We had a magnificent sunrise
this morning — actually cloud rise —
the billowing clouds along the horizon
were banked by lesser streaks
& the sun’s light glared out behind
illuminating the bulbous edges
— it even had rays shining out & up —
— but We never saw the sun —
it got caught
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:34pm
I have arranged a vase
of Eliza’s dried roses
sitting below two framed portraits
of Africa
My Beginning
I began in Gabon
for My First Year
photographed in Dr Schweitzer’s Arms
I have been in The Arms
of Doctors
ever since
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:25pm
WHO is DHW?
He Is The Inversion
Of Me
He Is More Than
My Mirror Image
He Sustains Me —
Have I Written This
Before?
Without Him I Would Have Been
Locked Up
More Than I Already Have Been
You See, I Can Relate To Him
On ANY Level
& I Relate To Him
In My Mind
Through My Mind
He Is My Mind
& I Am His
The Hawk Deck 9:38am
The World Is Waiting
The Guns Have Been Silenced
I Will Come Forward
With A Primitive Call
To Hands, Arms Extended
— The Reconstruction —
Waiting In Our Laps
Our Greatest Power
The Hawk Kitchen 6:30pm
Scarlet Scarlet Berries
outside My back kitchen door
hit with evening sun
comfort Me as I devour
My Daughter’s Pumpkin Pudding —
My beloved Astro caught A Little Bird
thanks to Me
tossing out a banana peel
along the backyard hedge
even after I asked My Self
If All Those Little Birds
could be gone
Joanna Gilman Hyde 