The Hawk Kitchen Sink 7:08pm
In My Galactic Frying Pan
sits the grease of aeons
each particle stationary
forming The Whole
against water, still
until The Lady of The House
decides
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:15pm
The Sky is a watercolour wash —
have I said that before?
Probably — One Stripe
is the same as The Ocean
& so includes Itself
as a partition
of liquid cloud
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:35pm
She was My Little Girl
My Masterpiece of Perfection
The Adorable Child
I have only in photographs
separated from Me
while I was ill
NOW — She is off
from Miami Beach
to British Columbia
leaving another heart
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:48am
Listen to Our Ocean
out across Our Land
It sings Its rhythmic waves
in chimes of soothing rush
The push and pull
of a distant shore
against an open window
delights Me more
for a shallow sleep
than dreams I have in store
Joanna Gilman Hyde 