The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:38am
The Ocean looks
like A Silver Bar
polished as if One
would polish
an old silver bar
regulated to The Sky
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:32am
I watch The Play
of Silver on The Sea
My Horizon Line
is one streak
The Sky affords another look
at molten clouds
luminescent above
The Depths of seething
Grey
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:50am
Eye woke w/ The Dream
of M(eye) Mother
having Her 2nd Funeral
Eye was w/ Howard
in The Jordan Bay House
& She hadn’t died yet
Eye asked Howard where
We should have The Funeral
& He said Here!
We can put The Coffin
on The Sun Porch Table
& have Everyone park
on the grass. We can send
Her Body out to sea
& Eye said, It better go
way out to sea or
It will just wash up
in The Cove!
Eye asked My Brother —
“Have You ever known
Anyone Who’s had 2
Funerals?”
The Hawk Kitchen 3:40pm
I Am A Daughter-In-Law
even in Death —
The Death of My Mother
brought to an end My First Marriage
but I held on to My Ex-Husband’s Parents
& They held on to Me
through The Death of Peter’s Father
I am now saddled with His Mother
Whom I Love
but will I get Her Groceries
and oh — should I mention
that My Second Husband
is My Ex-Mother-In-Law’s
Doctor?
The Hawk Kitchen 6:41pm
There’s nothing delicate
about Me —
I talk with My Mouth Full
I wipe My Hands on My Pants
I dress in Fiery Reds
& Elevate My Voice
so that even The Deaf can hear
Me
for A Change
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:17am
Out on My Deck, briefly
to assess The Silver Sea
as I stood on a mat of rope
A Humming Bird came to Me —
was it My Fuchsia Pyjama Top
which prompted saying “Hi”?
Or was He alerting Me
to The Importance of My Day
before He said “Good-bye”?
The Hawk Kitchen 4:12pm
I can feed Millions
with My Ham & Broccoli Casseroles
My Trays of Eggplant Parmesan
My Pots of Baked Spaghetti
Yes — I Am A Cook
& I Am Cooking up
The Feast
of God’s Deposition
May 19, 2015 The Hawk Queen Bed 10:06pm
Sometimes The Wind and Tide
combine to augment
The Sound as It is delivered
of The Waves accompanied
by Peepers, heightened by Peepers
to calm The Way
to Sleep
*only truth pertaining to Me uttered by the psychiatrist I had for eight years
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
Joanna Gilman Hyde 