Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"


The Hawk West Desk Window 5:25pm

I learned the word “Sanctuary”

from My Mother

Who had it written

on a weathered shingle

nailed to a tree along

the trail We blazed

to The North East Bluff

of McNutt’s Island —

She wrote a passage below

that word, which,

if My Brother were alive

He would remember


The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:56am

I see the waves breaking

out past My Neighbour’s Barn

The Sky is grey

and I can hear

The Hawk Beach Waves

when I open the kitchen door

to let out a cat