The Hawk West Desk Window 10:14am
The Cape has turned moss green
overnight
I gaze out across
Its growth of dunes
serene against the overcast sky
inlet tide — the rich grey
of My Husband’s Hair
while He’s in The Tub
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:25pm
I have slid through
the doors of powerful men
been followed home
by a complete rainbow
then there was a third thing
but I’ll be damned
if I can remember It
Barrington, NS 4:30pm
I Am That Child
climbing into Her Father’s Shopping Cart
talking in complete sentences
about The Monkeys at The Zoo
and The Snake in
The Snake House
–
I Am That Child
with blond hair pulled back
into a pony tail
asking Her Mother, repeatedly
“Who You wavin’ at, Mom?”
–
I Am That Dark Haired Child
alone beside a rock
with two sticks
as drum sticks
turning away from Old Men
to examine
Her Own Play
The Hawk Outpost 11:15am
The Hawk Outpost
offers a thin blue sky
to The North East
the promise of sun
while a solitary Grackle
pecks at the lawn
with His Brilliant Teal Head
— Oh — There’s Another One!
The Hawk Kitchen 5:15pm
I’ve set My Deluxe Spaghetti
with hamburger AND sausage
housed in crockery from My First Marriage
into My Gleaming Oven —
I spent two days cleaning off
baked-on two-year-old grease
including showering with the racks this morning —
now My Like-new Oven will provide a fortifying meal
to serve dinner guests
any day this week
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
We will travel to distant stars
to walk upon lands of other planets
We will taste food yet un-savoured
& dress in garb yet only dreamed of
We will swim in salted coves
salted by the sweat of billions
We will fly our mini star-packs
through the sea-clouds of air yet formed
We will dance along valleys
& surge forward into night
We will set Our Selves loose
to gallivant with Our New Found Friends
Our New Society Of People
like Us
with Whom We will play
with magical swords
forged from metals more precious
than gold
& with Whom We will die
momentarily
at The Hands
of Lovers Divine
The Hawk Outpost 8:15pm
I looked from The Sky’s wispy clouds
threading overhead
to last year’s bamboo crop
the colour of This Year’s Fawn
Who emerged from new shoots
like magic
to test The Neighbour’s Offering
of a scoop of grain
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
Ocean Breathes WHOOSH…WHOOSH
I Hold My Breath…Let It Out
Ocean Breathes For Me
The Hawk Dining Room 7:35pm
Black & White Swampie
Sphygmomanometer Bound
Curls Cat Over Cuff
Joanna Gilman Hyde 