Eliza’s Room 9:1pm
From the kitchen
there’s a pink cloud over
The Scraggly Apple
and from upstairs
in Eliza’s Room
The Same Pink Cloud
is stretched along the beach
beyond the wooded scrub spruce
in preparation
for My Good-Night
Eliza’s Room 5:45am
Oh where does My Cow Bird go
when He goes to sleep?
I have seen Him take His Lunch
from a neighbour’s feeding station —
I check His Return
to My Side Mirror
faithfully listening
for His Watery Warble and Squeak
The Hawk Deck 11:11am
I unintentionally saved
a fly
dangling by one wing
from a frayed spider web
over My Kitchen Sink —
I thought He was dead —
I got out the dust mop
merely to sweep Him out
of My View
He stuck to the mop
I stuck My Index Finger
against His Re-instated Body
& He flew away
Dear Readers:
I added another line to Morning Preen.
Thank you for reading.
Joanna
The Hawk Window Seat 8:25am
My Cow Bird is back
perched on My Car Window
in front of His Mirror
bowing to Himself
as He fluffs up His Plumage
tail out-spread
while letting loose
His delightedly watery chirp
The Hawk Deck 10:01am
As A Child
the call of The Wild Blue Jay
signified to Me
I had My Whole Life Ahead —
when I hear Him now
I am informed:
“Joanna, You have
Your Whole Life
Bestowed”
The Hawk Deck 8:02am
I slept last night
a proper eight hours
for the first time
since getting hit between the eyes
by The Divine Perfection
of My Double Rainbow
@ 6:00am on June 15th —
sublimity enabled Me to go
off that abject medication —
now My Existence
rings as True
as The Call of The Cow Bird
preening Himself
against My Car Mirror
as free as The Rooster’s Laugh
as assured as The Surge
of The Sea
Down On The Hawk Beach 4:15pm
I am sitting beside a rock
and Oh not just any rock —
it’s a rock the size and shape
of a giant brain tumour,
brown and cut apart at the edges —
it doesn’t scare Me anymore
I listen to the waves instead
at My Right —
the rock is to My Left and I will go
away from it
as quietly
as I came upon it
The Hawk Deck 9:30am
He stood in His Pyjamas
in the early morning sun
gazing out, forward
across The West Side
of Shelburne Harbour
across the serene dockage
of My Mother’s Boat
at mooring
He took it all in:
He took in The Wild Flowers
The Rocks of the shoreline
He took in The Light
on the water
He took in The Air
and The Warmth
The Buzz of One Fly
and grinned
The Hawk Window Seat 5:30am
I woke from The Hawk Queen Bed
to see The Full Moon resting
over The Cape
and on the other side
of The Earth
the pink glow of promise
that soon I would see
My Beloved Sun
edge Its way to the surface
Joanna Gilman Hyde 