The Hawk Queen Bed 9:36am
The Silver Streaks, magnificent
are encapsulated
within My Mind
& I know They’re out there
on the water
& in The Grey Clouds, lateral
edged in white
I know The Silver Scape
is there
because I see It
though It shifts
on the horizon
I hold It
fixed
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:22pm
I take My Medication
to keep My Power in check
otherwise I would not sleep
& I would be powering all over
the house
& out into the yard at night
& God knows where —
I would be unstoppable
& I would have to get apprehended
by The Mounties and/or ambulance attendants
to wind up in The Yarmouth Psychiatric Unit
where They would lock Me up
in the so-called “Therapeutic Quiet Room”
where I would pound & pound
& drum & drum on the steel door
until They came in & held Me
down
for an injection
against My Will —
It’s Black Power
of Which I Speak
The Hawk Deck 9:08am
I Am Drinking In
The Silver
Of This 22nd Day
Of This 22nd Year
Into The Awakening
I
Have
Come
To This Ever-glade
Of Peace
&
Prosperity
Where I Reside
With My Loving Husband
&
My Beautiful Singing Daughter
Whether I Stay
Or Not
I Will Carry With Me
The Ages
Of Time
&
Be A Representative
Of The Life
We’ve Lived
Before
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:45pm
If God Creates
The Universe
She Does It Every Night
She Spits Out Stars
Against Her Mirror Image
in an effort to floss
Her Identity
then brushes thoroughly
aggressively
Her Set Of Calcified Moons
to eject a frothing paste
down
into
the
sink
hole
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:57pm
Tonight I had to throw out
Our entire supper of fish
to the gulls and crows
— it was tainted —
and then in a fit
of generosity
I threw out Our bread
best by today
and three English muffins
dated March 18th
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:15pm
There’s a purple cloud
out there now
with The Peepers going
It’s a scene, Man
A Scene
&
I Love It
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:04pm
I Lift The Shade
From My Husband’s Nap
To Check The Progress
Of The Sun — It
Lays Out Her Silver
Upon The Bay
An Hour Before The Set
We’ll Watch
The Hawk Portico 3:15pm
I am like a Big Italian Woman
leaning on bare elbows
out an open window
surveying Her Neighbourhood —
does She hear The Birds
as She nods to Her Neighbours
& watches Children on bicycles?
The Hawk Outpost 10:26am
I Lift My Life Glass
To The Silver On The Water
& Watch As One Gull Flies By
Within The Breadth Of A Dappling
Of Cloud
A Fishing Boat On The Horizon
Shimmers In The Mix
Of My Sea
& Sky
&
I
Drink
Joanna Gilman Hyde 