by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:20pm

How dare anyone

infiltrate My Sanctuary —

especially The Father of My 2.4 Children —

here to The North I have

the forest of scrub spruce I love

the stone wall upon which I contemplated

smashing My Precious Life Glass —

how dare anyone

even a neighbour I like

enter across My Eastern Ocean View

upon which I gaze with such favour —

out there I can let My Mind

be free — free of past

hurt and negation

free of obstacles to My Happiness

so profound

as I stand before

the shores

of My Intellect