The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:38pm
I saw a magic curtain of fog
sweep itself across The East
it carried on its vaporous edge
the very dimness of rain
but as I waited
it never came
& I was left
with only The Surf
to aid My Hearing
from this beloved
stage
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:30pm
I love My Kitchen Outpost
I can sit here as if
on a porch
surrounded on one side
by My Outdoor View
even if Its foggy
I can sit in My Purple Robe
in My Apple-green Chair
with a cat
on The Ottoman
& listen to a distant radio
drinking tea
& texting
The Hawk Kitchen 10:00am
Last Night I watched
A Crow sidling up
to some bread I had thrown
but before He got there
A Grackle came clucking around
& The Crow moved off
three steps back
to allow The Grackle
first peck
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:34am
The Scrub Spruce are receding
into The Fog
I have situated My Wrought Iron Chair
square on
to see The Spread of Ocean
when It clears
The Hawk Kitchen 7:38pm
The Universe is incubating
in My Red Teflon Frying Pan
I have dished out & up
all I am made of
& now it is up
to the stars
to see if I work
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:51pm
My Outpost Window
is open to The Sea
screened against
moths & bugs I see
The Ocean framed
by The Upright Rectangle
of sliding glass
pushed up & open
to afford My Dream
treasured with The Song
of Birds
The Hawk Kitchen 8:30am
I have been wrestling
with God all My Life
finally I am winning
I have taken control
of the biggest force I know
& made Him do
His Dirty Work
for Me
The Hawk Kitchen 7:53am
The Silver Glare
alerts My Eyes
& shifts to flashes
of White
safe in My Kitchen
with the coffee pot on
I care not
for the rest of The World —
Oh but I do!
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:20pm
My Mother’s Day Bunch
is a scraggly cascade of drying
lilly petals & crisp carnations
There are three well-preserved roses
the colour of autumn
with a card held high
“Hope You’ll enjoy
The Light of My Life bouquet –“
Eliza’s Bathroom 1:38pm
I stand on a mat of Purple
in My Purple accented bath
looking down at My Purple toe nails
& Teal coloured pants
looking from above at My Station
as The 3rd Wife of a successful doctor
The Mother of 2.4 Children I love
fiercely
A Revolutionary of Vision
an artist of words
Joanna Gilman Hyde 