The Hawk Living Room 1:08pm
I just danced
to Daft Punk, One More Time
here in My Hawk Living Room
— the last time I danced
like I was from Outer Space
was during one month
in The Nova Scotia Hospital —
for Those Who don’t know
It’s The Province’s largest mental hospital
re-named The East Coast Forensic Unit
and of that month
I cannot recall a single day
but the day I arrived
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:39pm
I’m taking off
on My Knitting
under the instruction
of My Children’s Grandmother
I have perched My Fingers
on 2 gun-metal rockets, star pointed
providing novice support
for My Earliest Rows
of hot pink
garter stitch
The Hawk Kitchen 8:19pm
coagulating
filaments of sour cream
swirl in the round
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:00am
The Sea is NOT Silver
Today — can You believe it?
It is the colour of The Cloud —
laden sky — with the tapered end
of a fog bank to the East
rising up like an elongated
iceberg
in the middle
of My Glacial View
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:52pm
I don’t read any more
& My Idle Hands
are telling Me to take up
a hobby, like knitting
with giant knitting needles
& soft variegated yarn
I could make an Afghan
of no particular pattern
in a flash of leisurely hours
with large loopy-d-loops
& hairy thread
to throw on top of Me
in My Napping Bed
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:38pm
Astropithicus is a stately cat —
He sits, shoulders high
above the top step
of My Deck in the evening
overcast by motley clouds
His Blackness is distinct
His Low-lidded Eyes are green
& look straight at Me
through the sliding glass door
The Hawk Kitchen 3:26pm
I am having to pee
into a flower shop vase
to collect twenty four hours of urine
in an orange plastic jug
for PHEOCHROMOCYTOMA —
a benign tumour on the adrenal glands
causing sporadic high blood pressure
possibly linked to My Halo
My Beloved Halo
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:35am
The Silver Band of Ocean
barred by black cloud
illuminates the feathered white
above all
presenting The Glory
of The Day
at hand
Joanna Gilman Hyde 