SILENCE NOW

by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Portico 5:47pm

I wonder what happened

to The Clothes I left in Atlantic

when I left My Husband

for Dr Blair —

how long did They stay

in the closet Peter built

— My Shoes —

— I can’t remember

what shoes —

did He take Them

to The Salvation Army?

— but Here —

here on The Hawk

where silence greets Me

from My Red Deck Chair

where I can hear a bird fly

or a neighbour’s flag flap

and the surf, always the surf

— Here I needn’t ask —