The Hawk Kitchen 5:42pm
I’ve asked for My World Trade Center Preliminary Drawings
on actual blue prints
& My Former Husband claims
He can’t find Them in The Atlantic House —
Posh!
I’ve scattered sea salt grounds
laid out in My Mother’s Black Iron Frying Pan
& You Know What?!
I’ve created
yet again
a piece of The Universal
Design!
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:30am
The Sun was Gold when I rose
making pink on Western clouds —
It’s Silver now so I’m told
by Its farthest reach
My Husband & I no longer look
at the precious metals chart —
We are waiting for the dire news
of a collapse in the money mart
The Hawk Deck 10:45am
I (EYE) am eking out
the last of The Summer Air
out here on My Summer Deck
with a load of sparse laundry
on the line
a military plane flies
over to The North
circles over the ocean
around Our House
& We don’t know why
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 12:34pm
In The No Frills Parking Lot
in front of Nova Scotia Liquor Commission
I eyed up a BRINKS armoured vehicle
as a somewhat elderly blue-shirted driver got out
while I got My Delivery
of lab reports
from South West Health Authority
Then as I crossed the street
in front of Royal Bank of Canada
One BRINKS (was It the same One?)
parked along side —
an armed blue-shirted guy got out with a bag
& a big dolly
& went inside toward the vault
while I went into The Automated Teller Machine
— He came back through
empty-handed
& I got up My Nerve
to ask Him what The Dolly was for —
should I be asking questions?
He said that was OK —
The Dolly was for “coinage” but The Bank didn’t have any
I said “coinage is not used much anymore –”
He agreed & said that’s why
He was turned away today —
did He say “coinage”
to cover for “bullion”?
He looked innocent
The Hawk Deck 10:22am
I stand with My Glass
marked LIFE
in the sun of early fall
I glance to the gleam
on the ocean top
& devise
My Future Call
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:22am
I am heart-broken
I have lost
My Mother’s Amber Beads
I kept Them in My Closet
with other necklaces
but for yesterday’s Dinner
I could not find Them
when last I wore Their Rich Glassy Orange
could the string have broken
& I not have known?
February 19th, 2016 Found Them! Found Them in My Closet after hanging up a spiral necklace I wore today to see My New Psychiatrist. I saw My Mother’s Amber Beads dangling from an unworn fringy purse My Daughter gave Me, and called the discovery a miracle!
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:50am
This Morning I spied
on the globules of Silver
undulating through My Neighbour’s Tree —
Oh how They sparked!
on the stillness of water
& I gazed until I blinked
the golden lime
of My After Glow
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:30pm
Is It Time
that I write of The Magic
in My Numbers?
How one set of 10:22
was formulated 4 minutes ahead
but I didn’t see It on Time
& found The Trick of The Mind
instead
attending to what is at hand
until prodded, prompted
by the subconscious
Sign?
My Brother Howard’s Birthday, The Hawk Portico 3:05pm
I ain’t playin’
when I see that Brinks
armoured truck runnin’ grey along
the front windows of Sobey’s
I ain’t playin’
when I feel a surge in My Heart
when I see them bullet-proof men
stagin’ them bags of money —
I gots Mine –
I’m safe
Joanna Gilman Hyde 