SKY PORTRAIT
The Hawk Dining Room 8:24am
If I could paint The Sky
this morning
It would be a WOW Sky
blending into The Ocean
with lateral lines of pinkish light
Sky Light
coming through the breaks
in blue-grey clouds
with Golden Wash above
The Hawk Dining Room 8:24am
If I could paint The Sky
this morning
It would be a WOW Sky
blending into The Ocean
with lateral lines of pinkish light
Sky Light
coming through the breaks
in blue-grey clouds
with Golden Wash above
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:52pm
If I were to paint
a picture of My Self
what colour would I use
to start? Yellow, please
as I see Me in a room
of Gold
with Purple Rings
under My Eyes
as I see Them sag
into disproportion
I would put Chartreuse
upon My Fallen Lids
stark Black for Brows
still arched
My Two Left Moles
would be three-dimensional
& My Lips, cracked slightly
with age lines
would be a Lurid Red
maybe smearing across
The Right Side
Of My Face
The Hawk Window Seat 12:22pm
I have put up
a sheer lavender curtain
— one that Eliza didn’t like —
in Her vacated lavender room
now to be used for Guests
Who may never come
— the curtain has purple carnations
scattered across it
without obscuring the view
of rolling surf beyond
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:42pm
My Kitchen is a one-woman
affair
with “everything at My Fingertips”
as voiced by a former neighbour
from Shelburne where The Kitchen
was a communal eat-in
in the very old Shakespeare House —
The Kitchen in Atlantic
opened out to the rest of the downstairs
& there I never felt It was Mine anyway
“My Kitchen” as I feel here on The Hawk
where I cook giant casseroles
to eat by the week
& where I am happy
even putting away the dishes
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:27pm
The Sun beams in on Me
through My Psychotic Haze
subsided — I no longer
hear songs on the radio
as messages to Me Alone
I no longer see blazing signs
of futuristic Life & Love
My Halo has vanished
I am “settled” now —
a word the hospital used —
I even heard & saw
A Lone Goose fly overhead
while I shovelled off
the paltry snow
from the front steps —
there too in The Sun —
& The Goose
carried no significance
other than He
must be lost
while I am found
The Hawk Kitchen 10:15pm
My Tall Black Cat
sits by the door
of glass
looking out to the snowy deck
turning back
to Me
to mew
The Hawk Outpost 4:30pm
The Sky has a hue
of aqua green
against the three or so
inches of white
The Colour is delicate
transitional
a gull flies through It
out of view
The Hawk Dining Room 9:26am
The Ocean is a pale grey
beyond a fore drop of snow white
The Sun is My Luminous Disc
playing against the water
in streaks of golden silver
& clouds of darkened flakes
