The Hawk Queen Bed 3:36pm
I met A Girl once
out by a pool
She had an assignment
to colour robin’s egg blue
in Her Colouring Book
I was told She lived
institutionalized
My Mother
didn’t approve
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:45am
I raise The Window
on The Morning Light
to assure My Kitchen’s Order
I hear The Gulls
& know Their Flight
while Song Birds
choose to loiter
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:34pm
I have found happiness
in the stillness of the air
I have found happiness
in the songs of the birds
I have found happiness
in the company of cats
& with a sleeping husband
I have found
that I am
whole
The Hawk Back Yard 2:20pm
Birds are like Stars
moving together in a swath
according to One Another
Their Blurred Wings
spread the illumination
Their Bodies carry
the vivid spectacle
of form out of reach
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:46pm
You can feel anything
even a rainbow
no matter how faint
because You are Human
You can see The Colours
and appreciate Them
You can feel The Colours saturating Your Blood
and tingling The Soles of Your Feet
as You stand at Your Dining Room Window
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:55pm
Astro is The Gorilla of Cats
hulking on the wrought iron table
in the rain licking
the wetness off the glass
reflecting His Blackness
into ripples
of green
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:22pm
My Husband names Me
“Artist In Residence”
and here I am
with My Cherry Slippers
and pen in hand
fabricating heads
and learning how to knit
drinking de-caf with cream
and thanking God
(and My Mother)
on My Knees
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:15pm
I am bound to make A Silver Head
of My Handsome Lovely Husband
I will stand inside My Seaside Kitchen
& turn The Clay to Gold
I will stand before My Model
& pick A Price to shout out loud
I will work with all My New-bought Tools
before He turns too old
The Hawk Kitchen 7:20pm
Who wants a stodgy
old bronze bust
when You could have
My Husband’s Beautiful Head
in A Splash Of Silver
from Out Of This World?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:35pm
I lost a hand-made earring
in the sands of My Mother’s Island
I lost a hand-made sunset ring
in the waves of the Jersey Shore
Both coincided with boyfriends
of My Youth
One Whose name I don’t remember
& One I hope to see again
now in Middle Age
Joanna Gilman Hyde 