The Hawk Outpost 7:28pm
Oh My God The Sky Is Beautiful
Layer Upon Layer Of Silky Cloud
Coloured In The Softest Blues
With Warmer Cream At The Horizon
& Mottled Grey At The Height
To Which I Tilt My Head
& Eyes
The Hawk Corner Room 5:15pm
Last Night in a dream
I wore My Black Jesus Hat
It was woven straw
with a pale blue sash
I could see My World through Its Brim
a small group of Women began to gather
I felt the urge to speak to Them
and as I made ready
My Crow-d dispersed
The Hawk Queen Bed 11:40am
Do We Own The Peepers
In Our Muskrat Pond?
Do We Own The Birds
Upon Our Lawn?
–
The Mourning Dove Upon A Wire
Is In My View
And My Desire
–
I May Claim The Waves
In My Broad Reach
And Walk Along Their Salty Beach
–
Yet All I Love
In What Surrounds
Holds Me Close
Within Its Bounds
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:38pm
There’s A Bog
On Our Property
It Comes Alive With The Peepers
Awakening Here Tonight
Our First Night With The Window Open
To Listen To One — or — Three
Peeping Away For A Mate — or — Two
Entrancing Me
The Hawk Outpost 2:27pm
I’ve taken to leaning My Elbows
on The Hawk Kitchen Outpost —
a narrow window looking East
perfect for One Person
From My Stance I can see
the backs of My Neighbour’s Barns
top branches of one deciduous tree
and two roof lines down by the shore
The Ocean spreads Itself before Me
and I can see white lines of waves
coming in
through a sizeable break
in the swath of scrub spruce
encircling this
Our Little Island
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
I Live To Hear The Ocean Breathe
I Live To Feel My Body’s Cells
Circulate, Race, Through My Limbs
I Live To Fulfil A Promise
Made
By My Brain To The Rest Of Me
“Live For The Moment”
“Live”
All Systems Within
Surging
I Felt Literally, Fully
Alive
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:45pm
Assessing The Opalescent Sky
To The Northwest Of Me
I Caught A Southerly Glimpse
Of The Setting Sun
Through A Bank Of Cloud
Breaking Open
Like An Eye
The Hawk Outpost 5:48pm
Last Night You Showed Me
The Moon
Tonight I Have Seen It
Again
Between Parted Clouds
While I Think Of You —
Your Friend,
Joanna
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:04pm
Why don’t I just think
about God the way
Everybody Else does?
How much simpler would My Life be —
My Writing?
Would I quit bashing My Head
against the proverbial brick wall —
Would I join the rest of Humanity
if I believed in creation —
How can I believe in creation when I believe
We’ve never NOT existed
& that WE are responsible
for Our Own Realities?
The Hawk Portico 3:28pm
Behind A Cloud Of Pinkish Hue
Our Sun Was Burning Silver Bright
The Cloud Dispersed Then From My View
I Embraced God’s Warm Delight
Joanna Gilman Hyde 