The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:25pm
Am I already an old woman
sitting by Her Window
watching The School Bus
weave Its way
through the scrub spruce?
I may never learn to knit
but I have My Place
protected by a dream:
My Dream of Living
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:58pm
There’s A Landscape Out My Kitchen Window
the prettiest I’ve ever seen
It thrives on sea spray
and the mist each morning
brings
It harbours trees
only half the normal size
so I can see beyond
to the horizon
of My Eyes
The Hawk Hallway 6:50pm
Silver Glows
Upon The Westward Sea
The High Wires
Glitter In The Sun
Still High
While My Fish
Melts Under The Broiler
The Hawk Living Room 1:08pm
I just danced
to Daft Punk, One More Time
here in My Hawk Living Room
— the last time I danced
like I was from Outer Space
was during one month
in The Nova Scotia Hospital —
for Those Who don’t know
It’s The Province’s largest mental hospital
re-named The East Coast Forensic Unit
and of that month
I cannot recall a single day
but the day I arrived
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:39pm
I’m taking off
on My Knitting
under the instruction
of My Children’s Grandmother
I have perched My Fingers
on 2 gun-metal rockets, star pointed
providing novice support
for My Earliest Rows
of hot pink
garter stitch
The Hawk Kitchen 8:19pm
coagulating
filaments of sour cream
swirl in the round
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:00am
The Sea is NOT Silver
Today — can You believe it?
It is the colour of The Cloud —
laden sky — with the tapered end
of a fog bank to the East
rising up like an elongated
iceberg
in the middle
of My Glacial View
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:52pm
I don’t read any more
& My Idle Hands
are telling Me to take up
a hobby, like knitting
with giant knitting needles
& soft variegated yarn
I could make an Afghan
of no particular pattern
in a flash of leisurely hours
with large loopy-d-loops
& hairy thread
to throw on top of Me
in My Napping Bed
