The Tomato -coloured Couch 5:17pm
I curse God
from High Places
like My Inner Core
He deserves nothing less
than My Verbal Onslaught
witnessed by My Husband
as I rail against His Glory
so exempt
from what I
stand for
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:44pm
Women are burning up
all over this fair world
They’re trying to make supper
& carrying on conversations
at the same time
talking about what it’s like
to have all The Power
& no place to put it
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:25pm
I have emasculated God
in five well-considered
bites
I took Him in & swallowed
hard
& stood My Poise
in front of My Husband
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:05am
My purple pyjama-ed knees
are propped
up in Our Bedroom of mild green
— did I say wild?
My Journal upon My Lap
coffee at My Side
& the snow of this endless winter
blows across
My Eyes
The Hawk Kitchen 1:22pm
When I reach for My Life Glass
I am reaching for My Past
My Future
I am reaching for My Laundry Basket
My Plate of Lunch for My Husband
I am reaching for The Love
of My Life
& I am reaching
for The Fluidity
of My Grace
The Hawk Window Seat 8:54am
The Snow serves one purpose —
to delineate the length
of The Cape
along the southwest
view from Our Bedroom
Window
It makes a delicate white line
below the dunes —
a highlight of sand
I might fail to notice
in Summer
The Hawk Outpost 8:19am
The blinding glare of sun
off the water
lies on this first day of spring
yet We are set, still
inside deep winter
with stars of light
glinting off My ice-covered
deck
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:05pm
My Husband is
a very brave man
He answers to The Call
of sirens
vessels of the night
loading & unloading
the dead & ailing
He rests by the sides
of widows
& talks with His Blue Eyes
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:15pm
I drive My Little Ford Fusion
fuelled by McDonald’s decaf
& a steady flow of Joy Division
over sea-side roads
taking Me on office errands
wherein I am one of the fanciers
of Our Provincial Health Care
Loonie*
*Canadian equivalent of the dollar
Joanna Gilman Hyde 