The Hawk Dining Room 11:17am
The Swath of Silver
has moved
from My Kitchen Outpost
to beyond The Dining Room
I can see It
from My Marble Table
& I can Love It
all the more
— steel streaks included —
framed within
My Arched Window
garlanded by Eliza
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:17pm
I sat within My Pool of Light
illuminated at My Wrist
encircled by My Silver Bright
I saw My Pulse
and so exist
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:45pm
Long ago & far away
I was housed in a place
I did not want to be
I did not want to be
& so I was stationed
in an artificial unit
of nurses, doctors & cafeteria food
for weeks at a time
yet I have no memory of what day
or year, I got out
it doesn’t really matter
that I cannot recall
the end of that terrible time —
all that matters now
is that I am happy
& I DO want to live —
My Life is full
in This Glorious Place
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:48pm
The Days go pretty fast
around here
I find My Self turning
into bed again
after a weekend day
with Hunter
rowing, eating, writing
loving My Staid Existence
I find My Self
turning into
bed
after cracking the windows
for the last balmy air
of summer
The Hawk Deck 11:20am
The Plumage of Clouds
rides high overhead
& I become lost
in The World
of Flying Gulls
Buzzing Flies
& The Deep Recess
of Blue
The Hawk Deck 9:47am
I am Up
from My Depression
— that was years ago —
to drink My Coffee
on My Deck
I am robed
in Liquid Silver
& The Ocean speaks
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:32pm
I walked across The Sky
Today
as It reflected along The Sand
at My Wet Feet
I pirouetted over Galaxies
of Shells, Kelp and Gull Droppings
until The Sea Foam
rushed around My Bare Ankles
and landed Me Ashore
Barrington Passage 2:04pm
I Am Coming —
Oh My God —
I Am Coming Out —
I
Am
Your
God
I Am Here
not to tell You
what to do, or what
to Be —
I Am Here To Tell
You
We’re Fine
Just The Way
We Are
We Are Perfect
in Our Human Form
& We Are Divine
in Our Deaths
We Are The Divine
We Are All We Could Ever
Be
& We Are Loved
The Hawk Portico 12:15pm
There is Power in My Writing
It is not just Black
in Black’s simplicity
My Writing is All Colours
It is Alarm-bell Red for Stopping
It is Blue for Breathing
The Sky
It is Yellow for The Sun
It is Silver for Humanity
There is Power in Humanity
We are no longer
weaklings
groping Our Way
to death
We are Above death
for I have seen
The Light
of
Our Night
and I believe
We Are Eternal
