The Hawk Corner Room 6:50am
Hello Sun are You
Going to be good to me
Today while Stratospheric Universe
Continues to dry
— all 600 square feet
Of Her?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:50pm
Eye have seen my first and last
Flock of goldfinches flitting
Amongst thistle-like flowering weeds
To have become my summer backyard–
Tomorrow it gets mowed
By a man I have yet to meet
In an effort to move my house
Into the rest
Of this tidy neighbourhood
The Hawk Deck 7:15am
The Sun looks like a planet
Glowing this morning
Inside a feathered cloud
Of not fog — a lateral segment of cloud
Radiating multitudinous lines of white
Along its southern reaches
The Hawk Corner Room 6:28am
Before the first glint of sun
I heard three notes
From a distant Loon —
The ancient sound of comfort
From a source I had not known
Since I was first divided
In My Mother’s womb
My Big Bedroom 6:25am
Eye reject the “love”
Of those blue-eyed creatures
Of sly smiles
And jolting gestures
Trying to put me
Inside the very boxes
Of their belongings
Eye want out of My House
My Bedroom 8:30am
I upheld
His strong left arm
Couched around my shoulder
As we crossed an old street
In Sag Harbor
Over thirty years ago —
My neck has been starved
For a man’s working fingers
And I have worn a black bow
Ever since
The Hawk Corner Room 6:20am
Not so depressing
To watch the sun go down for
It’s always rising
Port Clyde, NS
The breeze of a grandmother’s kitchen
Wafts in,
Complete with Kitty Kitty
On the window sill —
And a crow named “Mo”
— wrought iron but thin —
I am allowed His Chair
And privileged I will stay
Until The Day
Eye Die
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:30pm
Gully wants 2 make SURE
Eye Feed His Friend —
He sat on the rail & refused
M(eye) handout of chicken
& flew instead 2 His Companion
on a neighbour’s barn roof —
2 sit w/ Her
& mewed, together
The Most Plaintive of Mews
The Tomato-coloured Couch 12:45pm
Today Eye fed a flock of Gulls —
M(eye) Son was right —
Gully called All His Friends
when He saw M(eye) Plate
of fries from last night —
He opened wide His Big Yellow Beak
& threw back His Beautiful White Head
2 yell His Loudest Yell
& The Big White Creatures
congregated — 1 crashed
into The Scraggly Apple
& The Leftovers were gone
Joanna Gilman Hyde 