TENTH ANNIVERSARY
The Hawk Deck 11:11am
This Morning I Rose
To My Red Vase Of Roses
Pooling On The Floor
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The Hawk Queen Bed 9:11pm
I will wrap My Self
in fields of grey
& carry across My Life
a shield
to arm My Self
with all I pray
& treasure close
My Strength
to wield
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:11pm
Doctors & Nurses are The Stewards
of The Dying
& when The Dying finally
Die
The Dead get off easy
(as My Daughter said)
To My Devoted Followers:
My 1984 Rooftop Painting
At The Former World Trade Center In New York
Titled Self Organizing Galaxy
Can Be Seen In An Hour Long Video
Uploaded Onto YouTube
Three Years Ago
By My Friend Big Andre
& Has Reached 3,154 Views
The Hawk Window Seat 10:55am
Gub Plays Her Guitar
& Sings In My Cathedral
I Am Completed
Barrington Passage, NS 7:20pm
The Light from The West
fell upon the low-treed banks
of Cape Island’s Eastern Shore
& I thought:
“There is My Home —
there is The Island which houses
The Hawk
& I will drive to It
with My Husband of a decade-and-a-half
& I will be Illuminated
by Its Western Light
as We meander tonight
through what We call
The Long Way Home“
The Hawk Deck 11:34am
The Chick-a-dee calls Me
away from My Self
to The Time of My Mother
when My Mother fed Them
& Me
in Valley Cottage
& called to Them
“Chick-a-dee-dee
Chick-a-dee-dee”
Here on The Hawk
Those Little Birds
take Me back
to when I was A Little Girl
raised by a single mother
in My First Real Home
My Real Home Now
is here on The Hawk
Fifty Years Later
where I listen
to The Chick-a-dees
of My Choosing
The Hawk Deck Rail 10:11am
I See The Silver
On The Water Bold
The Air Is Clear
The Fall It Holds
I Stand Beside My Rail Dear
To Right Away The Strife
I Fear
Is This The Moon
Or Is This The Sun?
It Doesn’t Matter
For I Have Won
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
I have stood above
My Paintings
cascading colours
like Jackson Pollock
in a filthy studio
yet now I stand
Above The World
to write a message
not of hope
but of COMPASSION
for it is THAT HUMAN TRAIT
We lack
Which has turned Us
upside
down
Joanna Gilman Hyde 