The Hawk Kitchen, sometime in the afternoon
I am under The Spell
of creation I have blown
the breath of Life
into the blankness
of everything
and I am The Creator
of what has
always
been
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:40pm
I can hear Nova Scotia
in the song of the birds
on the convolutions of the wind
breezing through My Screen
Yes, I am screened in —
I live a life for God
by Her Design
I am laden
with My Perfect
Responsibility
meshing with the object
of My Deepest Wish
The Hawk En-suite Bath 9:51am
I see A Fragment
of Our Universe
emblazoned on the sink faucet
It has arrived
by spit
spraying tooth paste splatter
washed together
with the fluid
of many microbes
Joanna Gilman Hyde 