The Hawk West Desk Window 6:18pm
Out My Eastward Kitchen View
I See The Moon, Almost Full
Completed By its Halo
Glowing Through The Deep Blue
Of Sky & Water
–
Out My West
I Catch The Berry Pink
Of One Side Of The Sunset
As I Write
Before Re-checking
My Lunar Scape
& Finding There
The Ocean
Set Apart
By Its Dark, Even Sheen
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:30am
Oh Beautiful Bird
You Are A Song
To Me
Your Fair Mimicry
Has Shaped My Life
And I Carry Your Love
On A Silver Platter
Out Into The World
So That It, Too
May Receive The Grace
Of Your Delicate
Truth
This is to announce the newly created blog
called Ruminations
by My Husband, Dr W Hunter Blair
which puts forward His World View
in a rhetorical style
open for discussion
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:15am
I Am Blinded By
The Ocean Light Yet I See
My World Clearly
The Tomato-coloured Cock 9:22pm
(notes from an unscheduled meeting with an old psychiatrist)
“You’re just a very nice Lady Who lives in Shelburne –”
“Well, I don’t live in Shelburne anymore —
and do You know
what colour My Underwear is, Jimbo?”
“No, I don’t”
“It’s Red — Jimbo — Red Lace — and
do You know how many views I have
on My New York City Rooftop Painting?
three thousand, and twenty-two — what do I stand for Now?
“I don’t know –”
“I’m An American — Jimbo —
dressed here in Red, White and Blue
wearing My Pro-Life underwear —
and if You ever call Me a nice lady again
I’ll kick You in the balls”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:15pm
That Shower Of Silver Lights
My Shower
cleansed Me not of sin
but of all Darkness
ensuing from that stultifying depression
which was Its inevitable outcome —
I see Its Silver still
on The Ocean
I see It in My Daily Shower
I carry Its Light
free of burden
and transpose It
into
My Own Personal
Effulgence
The Hawk En-suit Bathroom 1:22pm
Eye-level to Me
as I stand before
My Bathroom Window
is The Full Curve
of The Hawk Beach
and to The East
The Full Ocean —
looking down upon
My Yard
I see My Carved-out Drive
full of snow
and The Occasional Crow
flying by
The Hawk Dining Room 8:56am
I am awakened by a heavenly sky
framed within the arched window
of My Dining Room
The Light cuts through
the cracks of cloud
to re-create striking fields
of Grandest Streaks
reaching diagonally over The Water
illuminating Its Stretch
The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:15pm
I held a wafer-thin slice of home-made bread
and breathed to My Self:
“This Is The Staff Of Life”
I placed The Slice, along with The Remainder of The Loaf
on a white plate
and served It to The Crows
in the snow out back
Joanna Gilman Hyde 