The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:45pm
I’ve done enough
of sweeping up galaxies —
it’s an endless task
organizing, compiling known particles
of cat hair, cat food crumbs
specks of kitty litter, the occasional claw point
not to mention Heaven’s Dust
heavy in My House —
“Out Damn Spot!”
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:30pm
Say A Prayer For Gold!
One straight line up
is not enough
to carry Us out
of Our Doldrums —
Cry Out For Gold
taking Silver in Its Hand
shimmering, glimmering
like The Head
of Donald J. Trump
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:11pm
When I was in Grade Five
at The Sandy Point Consolidated School
there was A Beautiful Dark Haired Girl
who told Us of Her Mother calling
a certain kind of cloud cover
“Mackerel Sky” for
the fillet-shaped fleshy flecks
of the fish I knew so well
from when My Mother used to roll Her Fillets
in flour and “froy them up roight crisp”
in butter served with lemon and parsley
The Hawk Exercise Room: 10:11am
EYE catch The Sun
in My Foetal Pulsating Fingers
as I hold up My Left Leg backwards
My Right Hand comes forward
illuminated and red
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:36am
The Sun has risen
much further North
than I expected
& I am to execute
a sculpture of Hunter’s closest friend
whose eyes are up & open
to the surprise of his
final moment
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:38am
EYE See The Mighty Silver
beaming off the water’s edge
I feel the warmth of Our Sun
across My Morning Face —
I see the spheres of illumination
through My Blinking Lash
I hear the coffee water boiling
calling for A Second Steep
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:02pm
I stood tonight
in The Little Store
waiting for My Medium Pizza —
extra cheese, pepperoni, tomatoes, hot peppers, black olives
and cradled in My Right Arm
a 2-litre bottle of Coke
with Santa still on it —
total bill on Visa:
$22.80 Canadian
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:55am
Before The Dawn
Of Our New Era
We Are On The Cusp of Night
We Are Silver Now
As The Moon
As The Midnight Hour
Of Transformation
From The Golden Sun
Into That Precious Rarity:
Our Star-patterned
Future
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:22am
Seek Striated Sky
Over My Steel-grey Sea
As Our Coffee Steeps
The Hawk Living Room 4:30pm
A new arrangement of paintings
builds a triangle upon My Living Room Wall:
My Mother’s Portrait as a very young woman
painted by My Uncle
dresses the wall below My Balcony
hanging in the middle
above two impressionist paintings
of Africa — She took Me
as an infant to grow there
in Gabon and came home
with these two paintings
I framed in art school —
one showing a grass-roofed hut
palm trees with seated figure —
the other showing four bark canoes
and two figures readying them
in the foreground of open water
and open sky —
My First Year In Africa
She called The Worst Year
of Her Life — spent insomniac
underweight, pregnant
with My Fated Brother —
Africa inspired Her Novel
NOT EVEN THE MOON
never published —
Her Portrait looks down
to those two African paintings
and I look up to all three
Joanna Gilman Hyde 