The Hawk West Desk Window 9:29am
The End of The Cape
looks as if It’s melting
into the shallow sea
The Sand at Its base
seems hazed over
while The Dunes look solid
enough to hike upon
I’ve never been out there
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:43pm
The Bug crawling up
My Outpost Window
can feel My Breath
My Heart-beat
My Urgency to Write
He is A Living Being
from The Roots of Divinity
like Me
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:45am
Here I sit
on My Queen Bed
with The Bond Market
tumbling
& fog outside My Window
I have no regrets
as I see Silver on The Rise
I have yet
to put around My Finger
My Diamond from The World
& hasten to get
My Ultimate Satisfaction
Eliza’s Room 10:09am
When a cat knocks
something over
& it breaks
& You try to fix it
too hastily to replace the fractional pieces
You’re left with a unique ornament
of a mother elephant
with baby
& the defining mark of accident
on its left ear
The Hawk Kitchen 2:19pm
I am seeing The Colours
of Flaming June*
out on the highway
in scraps of florescent rope
in the roses and carnations from My Children
in My Frying Pan
of green and orange peppers
and in My Cold Weather Wear
warning of My Existence
*Frederic Leighton 1895
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:09pm
The Sky looks painted tonight
like a scenic background
for a movie about
The Occupants of a house
on a rolling seaside
& how They all
fell in love
one by one
with Each Other
& then with
Themselves
The Hawk Corner Room 4:49pm
My Mother’s Death
is My Inclusion
It’s The Hazy Arrow
through The Heart of Me
surrounded by The Glitter
of Ideal Love
& perfect symmetry
Marked
The Hawk Corner Room 10:38am
The Haze over The Sun
affords a pristine view
of the watery sparkles
splayed out across
My Precious Horizon
as I sit in The Lotus
Position & think
of My Friends & Lovers
The Hawk Kitchen 8:56pm
I’mma keepin’ M’Diamond
wiv Its Cloudy Arrow
I know It’s Mine
for All My Time
I know which side It fits
& I Love It like
It’s goin’ outta style
*Joy Division — Ian Curtis (1979)
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:30am
My Earth is a jewel
with Its opalescent sky
& silvery sea
I come to It naturally
as a babe in utero
to dwell in Its paradises
to live off Its swell
to savour all Its antiquities
Joanna Gilman Hyde 