by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:27am

Silver streaks the water and sky

I have dreamt of a lullaby

The Sun is like a pearl of cloud

caught enmeshed in the ocean’s shroud

All I want is within My Reach

a home on the shores

of a magnificent beach

Content am I to be here with My Love

of pets, of place, of men above

I am not alone, I am free to say

whatever Truth may come today

Yes, The Silver Streaks are My Guide

I will shoulder Their Eminence

for The Song of My Life