Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

THE DAYS

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:48pm

The Days go pretty fast

around here

I find My Self turning

into bed again

after a weekend day

with Hunter

rowing, eating, writing

loving My Staid Existence

I find My Self

turning into

bed

after cracking the windows

for the last balmy air

of summer

THE MOSQUITO HAWK

The Hawk Kitchen 5:50pm

I looked & I looked

at the long-legged

insect My Mother called

The Mosquito Hawk

I looked & I looked

at His Tenuous Hold

on My Kitchen Cabinet

I looked at His Squiggly Feet

hooked on the tips

enabling His Grip

I looked & I looked

at His Star-patterned

Body, if You could call

It a body —

I looked & I looked

but nothing

could I see

that would tell Me A Reason

for Why

He

held

on

SKY THOUGHT

The Hawk Deck 11:20am

The Plumage of Clouds

rides high overhead

& I become lost

in The World

of Flying Gulls

Buzzing Flies

& The Deep Recess

of Blue

LISTEN

The Hawk Deck 9:47am

I am Up

from My Depression

— that was years ago —

to drink My Coffee

on My Deck

I am robed

in Liquid Silver

& The Ocean speaks