The Hawk Dining Room 9:30am
The Morning Glare
off My Ocean
fills My Room
with liquid light
I glimpse My Self
in My Mother’s Mirror
to catch That Figure
of foreseeable might
The Hawk Living Room 1:28pm
One Weekend in Early November
My Daughter decided
to quit school
— finishing out the semester of course —
to go to Florida
to work on a boat
— the powering kind —
She wrote a to-do list
blended up an avocado smoothie
for Me to taste
& That was That
The Hawk Dining Room 9:55am
The Silver Clouds
beam across the sky
leaving Their Mark upon The Sea
The Sea is steel now
The Clouds heavy
with The Weight
of My Life-line
The Hawk Outpost 10:15am
I have risen to The Gleam Of Silver
aeons in the making
having set Its High
& clung to It
I will witness The World’s
turn-around
from the light of gold
to The Shower Of Silver —
from the day of the yellow metal
to The Night of The White
The Hawk Outpost 3:55pm
My Announcement for Today
is The Sudden Sighting
of two does
grazing in My Back Yard
while I prepared
pasta salad
& looked at the grey-laden
sky
The Hawk Queen Bed 11:11am
While Our Second Pot of Coffee
steeped
an amorphous flock of Starlings
(at least I assume They were Starlings)
crowded out the sky to the south
& landed on several high wires
matting there
until They took off
scattered
to the west
leaving the wires swaying
in Their rush
leaving Me to pour The Coffee
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:08pm
Big News among The Crows
today, heralded by several Jays
as I looked to The Grey Ocean
& Sky — The US Mint
sold out Its Silver Eagles
while A Great Blue Heron flew
past My Kitchen Outpost
The Hawk Window Seat 5:05pm
We are on a passage way
toward & of seduction — I am
Dr Blair’s — I belong
in His House By The Sea
with The Sun setting golden
thrown against The Silver Clouds
The Tomato-coloured Couch NOON
Gold is too warm
Silver is tarnished
like The Humanity
it represents
The Cold Truth
of believing in Our Selves
Our Bodies
Our Aspirations
–
*Ian Curtis, Joy Division
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:10pm
Once, years ago, a Minister’s Husband
pronounced that when I painted
@ 23
I should have been 54
(NOTE: I will turn 54 on April 30th, 2015)
Joanna Gilman Hyde 