The Hawk West Desk Window 7:44pm
Hark — there’s a Silver Streak
along the Western Horizon
of My Evening View
I am rewarded
from a day of grey
to the embarkment
of broken cloud
and layered sun
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:22am
Last Night M(EYE) Husband
had to come into Eliza’s Room
to kiss Me Good-night —
He remarked that I looked
so small
tucked into
Her Big High Bed
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:55am
EYE am The Artist
standing at My Door
waving Good-bye to My Husband
dressed in My Thick Grey Robe
the substance of The Sky
today
on a day
when anything can happen
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:39am
The Sea is tarnished Silver
with an illuminated break above
We have done our best
to support a friend
who hears voices
and is trying out
a new regime
Joanna Gilman Hyde 