The Hawk Kitchen 2:42pm
I see A Zillion Suns
swirling in My Spaghetti Sauce
Frying Pan
They’re speeding up as They approach
My Wooden Spoon
floating
then taper off
taking
forever
to
stop
Halifax, NS 1:55pm
I saw A Little Girl
quickly stroking Her Nanna’s Hands
out-stretched on a cafe table
She — The little Girl —
had on a Silver Heart
& played with Her Elder’s Hands
until Her Mother
took The little Girl
to the bathroom
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:22pm
Laced through the window
closed against the cold
I hear the peep of peepers
against the roar
of stormy waves
seeping through My Extra Blanket
enveloping Me
in All I Know
The Hawk Kitchen 2:48pm
I know what it means
to be a housewife:
picking lint galaxies
off Your Husband’s Shirts
doing a light load of wash
for A Grown Daughter
Who’s off to be
with Her Grown Brother
wondering if Your Children will appear
for supper
The Hawk Kitchen 10:45am
My Life Vessel
has been shifted
to a safer place
a Place of Light
& Security
In The Center of My Window Sill
above My Kitchen Sink
where I can reach for It
with The Deepest Reverence
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:25am
I see The Sphere
of The Sun
behind a watery Sky
luminescent behind
the foggy clouds
decking My Horizon
with Silver Grey
& Silver Wash
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:56am
A bank of silvery clouds
is broken at the horizon
with a band of light
above the ocean
Today is The Day
I see My Children
together as a pair
grown & out there
leading Their Own Lives
The Hawk Kitchen 8:13pm
I have A Magic Pendant
It is Black & White
I wear It always around My Neck
to let It clarify My Sight
My Brother had One
made of Silver
It was Our Mother’s
Oh How He Loved Her!
He dangled Its chain
& let It swing
to answer Yes one way
or No the other
He saw His Way
out of any dilemma
& told His Fortune
to His Gods
He struck a deal
with His Death
that He would be remembered
as a Man of Steel
safely stowed
in The Land of Nod
The Hawk Deck 7:20am
I open My Door
to stand on My Deck
with the waves, the birds
& sun
last night’s fog
is alight on the growth
the coffee pot is on
My Husband will row
The Hawk Outpost 8:05am
I stand in a beam
of Silver Light
thinking of My Children
My Sole Delight?
I seem to see Them
in My Mind
as if I have Them
for All Time
Joanna Gilman Hyde 