The Hawk Outpost 6:40pm
I am The Wisps of Gold
turning Pink
as The Clock turns
turning Grey
to Early Evening White
as a deer with antlers
grazes in My Back Yard
The Hawk Living Room 2:22pm
I Am The Fury
The Black Heat Of Possession
Red-bladed
Against
The Purple Heart
Of My Third Child
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:30pm
I am That Infant
born of Childhood Playmates
Who should never have married
carried in the arms
of Dr Albert Schweitzer
forever held in a black & white photograph
hanging in The Dining Room
of Dr W Hunter Blair
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:15pm
I have painted
The Sacred Heart
The Bon Jovi Heart
The Broken Heart
of My Third Child
–
I have painted
The Silver Lights
of My Black Star
violent
immovable
immortalized
beyond Me
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:30pm
Here I sit
in Nova Scotia
Land O’ My Dreams
with the salt fog
wafting past My Living Room
Window
My Husband has joined Me
on The Tomato-coloured Couch
where I often write
to avail My Self
of every opportunity
here in seclusion
to realize
My Public Life
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:11pm
I Am The Lady In Black
and charcoal grey
Who likes to write
about Her Self
as The Transformation
The Growth
from a thirty-something
mental patient
badly misunderstood
tortuously disbelieved
turned
Figure
Of Prominence
in Her Local Community
and about to hit
at 54
The World At Large
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:20am
I am at The Zenith
of My Life
lost poems aside —
I have arrived
at home
in warm Silver negligee
coffee in The Morning
with A Day Ahead
for anything
The Hawk Window Seat 4:05pm
What Motivates The Bird
To Fly?
Is It Just That He
Has Wings?
Or Is It The Longing
For Companionship
That Keeps Him
In His School
Aloft?
The Hawk Outpost 3:36pm
There Sits One Cloud
Perfectly Bulbous
Out Over My Flattened Sea —
Today Is A Day For Me
The Sun Is On The Sky
& I’ll Have Dinner Guests
To Round Out My Table
The Hawk Window Seat 6:25pm
We have two sunsets
going on here:
first in The West
where You would expect
to see The Fire
& then in The East
from The Corner Room
where layered grey clouds
are tinged pink
with the throwback
of a diminishing sun
Joanna Gilman Hyde 