The Hawk Western Hallway 7:25pm
The Sun behind The Fog
is a gleaming disc of Gold
Clouds of Sea Mist
blow across
yet The Sun filters through
& tells Me
broadly
that My Shower Of Silver Lights
is My Ticket
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:22pm
My House is Asylum
My Hands offer Asylum
when placed upon
any body in pain
in fear
In My House, with My Hands
I can cast out
suffering
I can deliver
My Power
into The Hands
of Another
I have The Power
to Heal
I can Heal
My Friends
I can Heal My
Husbands
My Lovers
through
My Dead Brother
& The Deaths of
My Parents
I am Emboldened
I can Heal
This World
through My Art
& My Mind
I can Instruct
Nourish
Tone Down
Play Up
Send Every Body
Home
The Hawk Portico 5:15pm
I absorb surf
sounding off
from The Cape
I catch
swells of waves
rushing inshore
filtering through
scrub spruce
across open yards
streaming into My Limbs
to meet My Body’s Core
The Hawk Deck 11:36am
I am drinking in
The Autumn
when I drink My Tea
I am taking in
the lower sun
the preparations
of neighbours’ lawns
the last mowings
the wood split
for winter
The Hawk Outpost 9:17am
Silver Light envelopes Me
as I stand before
My Hawk Outpost —
I see The Beads Of Light
on The Laundry Line
& feel the warmth of Sun
shimmering
through My cobwebbed
window
Joanna Gilman Hyde 