The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 12:47pm
This morning I set out to drive
to Yarmouth to get My Head examined
by Computerized Axial Tomography
& stopped on the side
of Cape Sable Island
to check for My Sunglasses
— didn’t find Them buried in My Purse —
& arrived on the second floor
of Yarmouth Regional Hospital
just in time to see
The New Psychiatrist walking
toward Me to take in hand
My Manuscript — My only copy —
I had destined for Her
She said She would guard It
with Her Life
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:21am
Striated Sky You
are with Me at last
while the coffee steeps
I see Your Colours —
Your Golden Touch
between the edges —
The Silken Grey
along Your bounds
I harbour You
and feed upon You
in My Morning gaze
filled with Longing
of dare I say
Love?
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:55pm
In M(EYE) Left Hand
I hold the Stars of The Future:
Silver Glitter from The Removal
of M(EYE) X-Miss Tree —
One Silver Orb off The Star from The Top
& One Piece of The Tree
Itself — organic & bulbous —
a planet perhaps?
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:03am
Drinking coffee in bed
My Husband and I
discuss commodity currencies
until bath time
when He fills the tub
while I unravel
the woes of The World
reclining on My Indentation
of Our Queen Sized Mattress
cup at hand
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:34pm
Seeing M(EYE) Halo
I Killed A Flying Insect —
Was I Wrong Or Right?
The Hawk Kitchen 5:09pm
After 22 years I might as well
admit to “having a mental illness”
yes — mental illness
with the name “Bi-polar” given to Me
by today’s very nice Doctor
from the Caribbean
— A Woman Who, taking thought, pronounced Me
“talented and complicated”
and smiled Her Very Nice Smile
and wrote out Her Prescription
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:55pm
The newness of snow
adheres to Our Scrub Spruce
now illuminated by a setting sun
The Sky is full
of clouds of grace
set too by the light
going deeper, fuller, bluer
over slate-grey
ocean
engulfed by clouds
of weight
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:47am
When I paint My Staircase
glossy black
to lead up to My Canvas
titled “I Poured Out
My Black Heart”
I will be laying
the foundation
of sky on steps
to highlight the wafting
cat hair galaxies
stray stars
of dust
& every trace
of human
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:50pm
EYE will put M(EYE) Self
on The Edge of Calamity
handing out M(EYE) cans of soup
gathering up M(EYE) Gold of Humanity
counting up M(EYE) Alien Silver
& nay praying
for Our Ultimate
Collapse
of Faith
The Hawk Living Room 12:50pm
When I see
My Portrait
in the glass of My Son’s shot
of The Ceiling Lights
in a Montreal subway station
I see The Rays coming
out of My Head
& I see M(EYE) X Miss Tree
in the shimmering distance
of The Tunnel
Joanna Gilman Hyde 