Cell Phone 4:15 to working husband
I’m the black swan. I’m the black swan. I’m the black swan. I’m the black swan. I’m the black swan. I’m the black swan. I’m the black swan. I am the black swan. I am the black swan. I am the black swan. EYE AM THE BLACK SWAN
Now count ’em.
The Hawk First Window 11:20am
I have made M(EYE) Mark
against a brilliant wall
of grey
& if You want to know
where,
I’ll tell You:
in My New Exercise Room
AND UPON
OUR UNIVERSE
The Hawk X Miss Tree 4:30pm
I am seeing The Breath
of The Universe
play on My Living Room Wall
enchanting Me
by the undulating placement
of light from The Sun
touching My Only Flat Silver Ball
cascading in slow motion
In & Out
The Hawk Window Seat 1:51pm
Today I am seeing
The Silver of The South
for M(EYE) First Time
through The Scrub Spruce
bounding
M(EYE) Water View
from a bedroom window
cushioning The Light House
with clouds
over-laying
a fine winter sun
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:55am
Today I have seen
the contemporary slash
of Silver on
My Horizon
& still,
when I blink
in the bathroom
before the washer & dryer
I see the customary
strip of Lime Green
The Hawk Kitchen 6:55am
EYE saw the negative imprint
of a darkened galaxy
splattered on My Bread Board
when I went to make the coffee
I swept it in the sink
& wept for My Children
inwardly
My Journal for statements
Tonight in My Bath
of necessity
I took out the purple
galaxies folding down around Me
& laid them on the edge
of The Universe
for safe-keeping
The Hawk Exercise Room 9:57am
M(EYE) Pill
is M(EYE) Power
prescribed by My Tall
Psychiatrist
— I don’t want to mess
with Him —
EYE take It twice a day
@ 9:11
& It kills
Me
The Hawk Beach 11:03am
EYE sat in that
Silver Sun
with The Beach spread
to My Back —
I’d turned an ankle
when looking up
to a flock of birds
gutting the wires
& taking off —
EYE followed Their Cloud
undulating
among the rocks
like a school
of Silver Fish
& when They passed
overhead
I straightened up
to watch
X — Miss Morning, The Hawk Guzzle 11:57am
EYE have walked to the ends
of The Earth —
well Canada anyway —
& found not
a pot of gold but
that of Silver & Coal —
Coal Black like
My Onyx Pen —
My Black Jesus underwear
My Painting on My Basement Floor
& The Flock of Crows
accompanying Me
along The Beach
where there’s a rock
I was intending to sit on
but the sand has shifted
so now The Guzzle
surrounds My Seat
& I can only look
at Its barnacles to get
My Bearings
& return along the liquid silver
of the waves
Joanna Gilman Hyde 