The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
What Is The Configuration
Of The Universe?
Is It Like A Balloon
With Us On The Surface
Or Is It A Sphere
Internally Filled —
Perhaps Expanding & Contracting?
Is It A Spiral
Lashing Out
Or A Doughnut
With No Center —
Is It A Drop Of Pond Scum
Or An Entire Sea
Floating In Our Minds?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:45pm
We have one remaining black & white tuxedo cat
Who came from the wrong side of the tracks
scooped up one rainy night
as a case of mistaken identity
by My Son (Who thought He had Mumbo)
& was brought to Our Doom (typo I should keep)
in Shelburne
She, Swamp, with the dishevelled tail
She holds so high
now resides
in Our Hawk Dining Room
sitting up on The Marble-topped Table
amidst tarnished silver candle sticks —
She favours gazing out
The Big Arched Window
to The Sea
& taking Her Meals
alone
Joanna Gilman Hyde 