The Hawk Kitchen 4:41pm
The First Recognizable
Call
I’ve heard for Spring
is that of The Jay
My Childhood Friend
with the tumult
of waves
breaking through
the new rain
DTC Natural Store, Barrington Passage 11:30am
Today is the 22nd
Anniversary
of My Mother’s Death
& I have anointed
My
Self
with Vanilla Bean
Lotion
given to Me
by a healing friend
The Hawk Kitchen 8:05pm
Tonight @ Supper
which I didn’t burn
My 2nd Husband
accepted
that I Am
The 2nd Coming
Of Christ
The Hawk Kitchen 1:15pm
I have bled before
a stand of Crows
I have wept in dreams
of a pristine throat
muted white with a thin pink bow —
The Dead Princess Neck
of alabaster silence
commanding Me to throw
My Words up and out
The Tomato -coloured Couch 5:17pm
I curse God
from High Places
like My Inner Core
He deserves nothing less
than My Verbal Onslaught
witnessed by My Husband
as I rail against His Glory
so exempt
from what I
stand for
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:44pm
Women are burning up
all over this fair world
They’re trying to make supper
& carrying on conversations
at the same time
talking about what it’s like
to have all The Power
& no place to put it
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:25pm
I have emasculated God
in five well-considered
bites
I took Him in & swallowed
hard
& stood My Poise
in front of My Husband
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:05am
My purple pyjama-ed knees
are propped
up in Our Bedroom of mild green
— did I say wild?
My Journal upon My Lap
coffee at My Side
& the snow of this endless winter
blows across
My Eyes
The Hawk Kitchen 1:22pm
When I reach for My Life Glass
I am reaching for My Past
My Future
I am reaching for My Laundry Basket
My Plate of Lunch for My Husband
I am reaching for The Love
of My Life
& I am reaching
for The Fluidity
of My Grace
The Hawk Window Seat 8:54am
The Snow serves one purpose —
to delineate the length
of The Cape
along the southwest
view from Our Bedroom
Window
It makes a delicate white line
below the dunes —
a highlight of sand
I might fail to notice
in Summer
Joanna Gilman Hyde 