The Hawk Deck 8:40am
In the early to mid morning
the domestic call of The Rooster
cackles through The Scrub Spruce
from one road over
& delights My Humour mixed
with the wild clucking
of Our Local Bird Life
I so dearly love
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:20am
I Love The Sun
filling My Kitchen
accompanying the coffee pot
bringing the bird song in
through the screened
outpost window
& filling My Life
The Hawk Corner Room 5:45am
I watched The Sun Rise
first a golden glimmer —
then it popped up
rising faster
than it seemed to go down last night
–
I am off the anti-psychotic medication
I took to sleep for twenty-odd years
& am waking earlier
but feeling
great
The East Side of The Hawk House 10:56am
EYE have heard The Call
of The Brown-headed Cow Bird
perched upon M(EYE) car mirror
He is the very essence
of falling droplets
and His Liquid Melody
plop plop
excuses His Actions!!
The Hawk Portico 6:11am
The tail ends
of a Magnificent Double Rainbow
grace The Cape
at the crack of dawn
this morning
I saw It in Its Full Glory
at 5:44am
& texted all My Friends
The Hawk Exercise Room Window 10:47am
Today before My Row
I opened the Hawk Exercise Room Window
finding two galactic
Spider Hatchings
— gold They are —
I am with Them
after My Row
One on the outside of the little screen
One on the inside
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:58am
The thinnest strip of Silver
sets My North Eastern View
The Horizon line it designates —
starting at the scrub spruce
travelling to a brown roof top
where the center of The Horizon
turns dark grey
travelling to the second roof top
and beyond to My Neighbour’s
leafy tree
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
Joanna Gilman Hyde 