The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:12pm
I have just spent an hour at least
shielding My Eyes from the sun
to watch a flock of Starlings
starting in Our Yard —
heading across the street
in elongated splashes of sparkle
every time They took off —
and matted together on either
roof lines, grass or wires
in Their elusive group-think
I would give anything
to know
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:22am
No rowing today
It’s snowing & I prefer
to keep My Feet up
with a scraggly cat by My Side
looking out to My Beloved
scraggly apple, scrub spruce
complete with the occasional crow
Cell Phone 4:15 to working husband
I’m the black swan. I’m the black swan. I’m the black swan. I’m the black swan. I’m the black swan. I’m the black swan. I’m the black swan. I am the black swan. I am the black swan. I am the black swan. EYE AM THE BLACK SWAN
Now count ’em.
The Hawk Beach 11:03am
EYE sat in that
Silver Sun
with The Beach spread
to My Back —
I’d turned an ankle
when looking up
to a flock of birds
gutting the wires
& taking off —
EYE followed Their Cloud
undulating
among the rocks
like a school
of Silver Fish
& when They passed
overhead
I straightened up
to watch
X — Miss Morning, The Hawk Guzzle 11:57am
EYE have walked to the ends
of The Earth —
well Canada anyway —
& found not
a pot of gold but
that of Silver & Coal —
Coal Black like
My Onyx Pen —
My Black Jesus underwear
My Painting on My Basement Floor
& The Flock of Crows
accompanying Me
along The Beach
where there’s a rock
I was intending to sit on
but the sand has shifted
so now The Guzzle
surrounds My Seat
& I can only look
at Its barnacles to get
My Bearings
& return along the liquid silver
of the waves
The Hawk Beach Guzzle 3:25pm
The Universe
is a stretch of beach
be-spotted with the turds of gulls
each spray or puddle is unique:
The Galaxies
of The Ocean’s Lull
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:45am
Armed with My Arsenal
of X-Miss Tree ornaments
— 13 silver birds from Wilson’s —
— black balls from Walmart —
EYE spent twelve hours
trimming
& having fun
to complete My Play
from a table pedestal up
rooted
to The Silver Star strung
from The Cathedral Ceiling
suspended
Clyde River, Nova Scotia 2:22pm
I pulled only half-way
off the road on Cape Island
to watch the biggest cloud
of Starlings I had ever seen –
they swooped, as a blanket
over my car & billowed
into a bare tree, decking it
with their blackness, leaf-like
& when they exploded
like fireworks
to mat themselves on overhead wires
I was entranced
The Hawk Queen Bed
8:00 am
a disheveled looking Gull
got His Breakfast
of 1 slice of white bread
thrown in chunks
left-handed
like a girl
Joanna Gilman Hyde 