Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Beach 11:03am

EYE sat in that

Silver Sun

with The Beach spread

to My Back —

I’d turned an ankle

when looking up

to a flock of birds

gutting the wires

& taking off —

EYE followed Their Cloud

undulating

among the rocks

like a school

of Silver Fish

& when They passed

overhead

I straightened up

to watch