The Hawk Kitchen 4:12pm
I can feed Millions
with My Ham & Broccoli Casseroles
My Trays of Eggplant Parmesan
My Pots of Baked Spaghetti
Yes — I Am A Cook
& I Am Cooking up
The Feast
of God’s Deposition
May 19, 2015 The Hawk Queen Bed 10:06pm
Sometimes The Wind and Tide
combine to augment
The Sound as It is delivered
of The Waves accompanied
by Peepers, heightened by Peepers
to calm The Way
to Sleep
*only truth pertaining to Me uttered by the psychiatrist I had for eight years
The Hawk Kitchen Sink 7:08pm
In My Galactic Frying Pan
sits the grease of aeons
each particle stationary
forming The Whole
against water, still
until The Lady of The House
decides
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:15pm
The Sky is a watercolour wash —
have I said that before?
Probably — One Stripe
is the same as The Ocean
& so includes Itself
as a partition
of liquid cloud
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:35pm
She was My Little Girl
My Masterpiece of Perfection
The Adorable Child
I have only in photographs
separated from Me
while I was ill
NOW — She is off
from Miami Beach
to British Columbia
leaving another heart
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:48am
Listen to Our Ocean
out across Our Land
It sings Its rhythmic waves
in chimes of soothing rush
The push and pull
of a distant shore
against an open window
delights Me more
for a shallow sleep
than dreams I have in store
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:48pm
There Shimmers A Silver Sky
to thank Me for My smallest
of tasks — a sewing job
on My Husband’s pants
and the careful look
Eye took — lingeringly
at My Grandmother’s
needle book
with a yellow cover
& eight red wool pages
enclosed with a hand made clasp
to go inside
My Strawberry Painted
Sewing Box
The Hawk Laundry Room 1:47pm
I bought A Purple Bottle
today of lavender laundry wash
with My Famous Silver Rays
on the label
& announced to My Husband
for all of Sobey’s to hear:
“I am a consumer on the march —
My Spending Practices are watched
My Tastes are recorded
for The Fashions of The Times
for The Big Buy-out
of Earth’s Silver Load!”
May 15, 2015 The Hawk Queen Bed 9:42pm
Women are bleeding
all over The Globe
having babies and abortions
I am so tired
I could sleep for a thousand years
& wake to A New Day
of Knowing
& wake to A New Long Day
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:48pm
In The Jordan Bay House
Howard and Eye were put to bed
at 8 o’clock
with late evening sun
pouring in over the ridge
to the west of our Grandparents’
It came through uncurtained windows
as We lay in Our Beds
tired from Our Days
at the shore
or helping in Granmamma’s garden
or Pappy’s workshop —
those were the domains
of Our Grandparents while Our Mother
worked on Her Island House
half a harbour away
where She would sleep
forever when She died
with sheep walking over
Her Grave
