The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:35pm
I have come a long way
since My Son
was born
27 years ago
& I have decided to make
My New Year’s Resolution
early:
NO MORE SIGNIFICANCE
TO SEQUENTIAL 2’s —
if I could stop drinking I can
stop anything —
and I WILL stop The World
when It’s Time
The Hawk Window Seat 9:11pm
I inadvertently support
the pharmaceutical industry —
I’m a hard swallower —
I glug down My 13 Pills
all at once —
& hope for the best rest
I can get
The Hawk Outpost 4:49pm
There’s That Beautiful Soft Light
Along The Horizon
Again
Shielding Me From Harm
While My Husband Takes A Nap
& The Cats Finish Their Supper
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:00pm
I stood in a corner
beside The Photograph
of Dr Schweitzer holding Me
& chanted out for The World to witness
“I Stand For Silver”
“I Stand For Silver”
“I Stand — For Silver”
I chanted & chanted
until I could chant
no more
& became The Petulant Child —
now there lies
a cat
where My Feet were planted
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:15pm
Together We watched a purple sky
as evening fell
upon Our Christmas Dinner —
on Our way back
from Barrington
to pick up an ice pack
for Her trip south
We watched, together
the cradle of The Moon
falling into
a blackened sea
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:00pm
Today I saw
My Silver Aura
skidding across the back
of The Shower stall
I had a talk
with A Doctor Of Optometry
Who stated It
was probably related
to migraine
but I’m to have
A Visual Field Test
& A Field Day
It will be
Highway 103, NS NOON
Before Bed
I take a selection
of pills
— ten to be exact —
some for My Body
some for My Mind
They restore My Sleep
but rob Me of My Dreams
and so now I have an aura
accompanying My Vision
when I exit
The Shower
in Day Light
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:20am
The Sky was beautiful
too intricately beautiful
to write about —
all I could do was look
at the heavy blue clouds
with faded mauve accents
and come upstairs
with Our Coffee
The Hawk Dining Room 9:30am
The Silver Line
IS
The Horizon
with illuminated clouds
above
The Sea Is Grey
& I am ready
to put the coffee
on
The Hawk Corner Room 9:30am
The Wash Of Cloud
Radiates My Silver
Along The Ocean Strip
It Moves Across
My Window View
Urging Me My Grip
