The Hawk Deck 9:32pm
I just tossed a little dead bird
off from the bank
where the X-Miss Tree lies
— a capture of Cami —
Who is provided a bell
but which the little dead bird
couldn’t hear
in its sleep
The Hawk Portico 2:25pm
There was that time —
too long a time —
when I would not get dressed
would lie in bed
and wish the worst
upon My Self —
–
Now if I choose to wear
My Pyjamas all day
it is simply because
I am enjoying My Leisure
My Bird Song
and The Waves
The Hawk Deck 11:38am
I have one surviving
heavy ceramic casserole & lid
hand-thrown
which I use all the time
given to Peter & Me
by a pair of artists
— My Mother’s Friends —
it would have been Our 29th
yesterday
–
& one small set of wind chimes
given to Hunter & Me
by a fisherman I grew up with
& His Kindly Sweet Wife
— The Chimes moved this morning
on this 1st Day of June
as I had My Hawk Kitchen Outpost Window
open
The Hawk Deck 9:35am
With My Right Hand over My Eyes
I stand at attention
as The Waves march in
as I held My Hand over
My Heart
as A Child in School
pledging My Allegiance
to The Flag
The Hawk Deck 7:54am
What is it
in the crashing of waves
that makes Peace come to Mind?
It it the accompaniment
of morning birds
or is it sitting in My Chair
out in the morning air
of My Life’s Domain?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 