The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 12:55pm
Last Night My Eliza
cooked fish chowder
corn bread and a Waldorf Salad
— She makes Smoothies too —
out of pumpkin or beet juice
& I drink Them down
because of Their Colours
I eat Her Frozen Chocolate Mousse
for My Lunch just because
She says It’s not even
A Real Mousse
The Hawk Dining Room 10:11am
Oh My God
The Silver On The Ocean
Is Divine
The Sun Spreads Through The Clouds
& Hits The Water’s Sway
Pulling Me
To The Day I Was Hit
With My Glorious Silver Heights
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:11pm
Once there was a little girl
who wondered why the sky was blue
she asked her mommy who knew not how
and watched her mommy die
Down From Her Mother’s Ceiling Came
The Shower Of Silver Lights — The Little Girl
Grew Big Beneath The Silver Swords
& Vowed To Have Her Worth Be Told —
She Told Her Doctor On Her Day
Of 22 Years Ago — And Now
We Know The World Will Say
AHA!
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:22pm
I have made My Star Man
in My Mind —
I have laid Him out flat
on the surface of My Dishwasher
Counter Top — I have crumpled
His Head with be-jewelled fingers
I have secured His Limbs
with The Iron of My Blood —
He sits with Me now
in My Kitchen — where no one
but Me
can see
Sobey’s Parking Lot, Barrington Passage, NS 11:27am
I am going half-naked
into The Night — dressed
in My Lace Black Bra
& Eliza’s thong
with only one piece
of jewellery on My Ring Finger
& My Trusty Watch
upon My Right Wrist
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:41am
My Father once gave Me
two clutches of jade grapes
& eggs to go with them —
I put them in an agate bowl
given to Me by My California Sisters
when They came to Howard’s funeral
nearly eight years ago
I wonder where that bowl is now —
I have searched high & low
Did I give it, with contents,
to The Salvation Army — or did I
pack it away in some forgotten cranny
of My three storey house
where I will find it when
I am alone & old?
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:46am
I had a dream
of My Faithful Old Psychiatrist
Who once boomed
“I will never give up on You!”
I had a dream
He was in love with Me
soft spoken
He held My Hand
& We were the friends
We could never be
Joanna Gilman Hyde 