The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:53am
Again My Sky is opalescent
framed within the window
of My Sliding Glass Door
I can hear the morning birds
the cats are quiet
coffee is ready to pour
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:00pm
I Am Made Of Silver
My Heart Is Gold
My Legs Are Strong
To Carry Me
Where I Stand
Where I Speak
In Dripping Diamonds
Where I Spit
My Words Of Truth
Un-tasted
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:45pm
The Extraction of Silver
from My Mind
which is My Body
will be The Explosion
We have been waiting for
while I sleep
in My Unsettled Bed
waiting for The Shower
of Silver Lights
to be
manifest
Listening to Future Islands 8:25pm
One night
an eternity ago
when I was young with My Brother
alive, yet within the walls
of Our Psychiatric Unit
He gave Me a white carnation
& a red rose & said
I was The Rose — I asked Him
to join Me in the morning
in My Pink Bedspread-ed Room
to make the announcement
to Our tall psychiatrist:
as I took Howard’s hand
I pronounced to Dr Chandler
“We are The Second Coming of Christ”
and he, that very tall man
with the booming voice
walked out
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:11pm
I just saw A Star
of red
against a sky
of cloud
It came at a specific thought
when I wondered
if I had said
— oh what was that?
if I had said —
The Hawk Kitchen 12:45pm
In The Bargain Shop
where I bought 2 pairs
of rowing shorts
I heard a skinny witch cackle
“It’s cold enough in here
to kill Ya –”
Then She appeared in
My Rear View Mirror
in the drive-thru for a McDonald’s coffee
sitting with an angelic niece or daughter?
in an old brown pick-up
The Hawk Corner Room 8:17am
Is that a dramatic bank of fog
or illuminated low-lying cloud
out across My Calm Horizon?
It tapers off
to the south
is thickest to the north
& how I wonder
what weather
it has in store
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:05pm
I am living every woman’s dream
with 2 handsome husbands
& a lover in the wings —
I can make bread pudding
to save the birds from My Cooking
I can sit in My Grandmother’s Wrought Iron Chair
to look at The Sea,
My Pristine Blue Horizon
& remember what She said when I was a child:
“Someday Joge, You are going to make some man
very happy”
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:27am
Silver streaks the water and sky
I have dreamt of a lullaby
The Sun is like a pearl of cloud
caught enmeshed in the ocean’s shroud
All I want is within My Reach
a home on the shores
of a magnificent beach
Content am I to be here with My Love
of pets, of place, of men above
I am not alone, I am free to say
whatever Truth may come today
Yes, The Silver Streaks are My Guide
I will shoulder Their Eminence
for The Song of My Life
The Hawk Deck 10:22am
Every Wave that crashes
goes through Me like a shot
invigorating My Cell Collection
so that I may never stop
They form the background
for The Birds Who sing
all My Favourite Songs
Together Our Surf & Flight
compel Me to belong
Joanna Gilman Hyde 