The Hawk Deck 9:30am
Will My Poems Be
For A Later Time
When All We Have
Is The Future?
–
The Past Is Merely
In Our Minds —
Locked In Perhaps
Distorted —
–
But What Will My Poems Say
To New Generations
Who Will Perhaps
Think Like “Eye”?
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:48pm
I Am God
I Am The Only God
I Know
please do not punish Me
for what I think
I think with My Brain
with My Body
& It is the only
Brain & Body
I Know
Summerville Beach August 17th 4:04pm
The Female Or-
gasm Is The Sound Of Un-
iversal Sea Shore
–
Summerville Beach August 18th 10:15pm
drinking my 3rd cup of coffee
with wave upon wave
The Light Of Silver
follows me
out on the water
into my view
into my veins
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:11pm
I will wrap My Self
in fields of grey
& carry across My Life
a shield
to arm My Self
with all I pray
& treasure close
My Strength
to wield
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:11pm
Doctors & Nurses are The Stewards
of The Dying
& when The Dying finally
Die
The Dead get off easy
(as My Daughter said)
To My Devoted Followers:
My 1984 Rooftop Painting
At The Former World Trade Center In New York
Titled Self Organizing Galaxy
Can Be Seen In An Hour Long Video
Uploaded Onto YouTube
Three Years Ago
By My Friend Big Andre
& Has Reached 3,154 Views
The Hawk Window Seat 10:55am
Gub Plays Her Guitar
& Sings In My Cathedral
I Am Completed
Barrington Passage, NS 7:20pm
The Light from The West
fell upon the low-treed banks
of Cape Island’s Eastern Shore
& I thought:
“There is My Home —
there is The Island which houses
The Hawk
& I will drive to It
with My Husband of a decade-and-a-half
& I will be Illuminated
by Its Western Light
as We meander tonight
through what We call
The Long Way Home“
The Hawk Deck 11:34am
The Chick-a-dee calls Me
away from My Self
to The Time of My Mother
when My Mother fed Them
& Me
in Valley Cottage
& called to Them
“Chick-a-dee-dee
Chick-a-dee-dee”
Here on The Hawk
Those Little Birds
take Me back
to when I was A Little Girl
raised by a single mother
in My First Real Home
My Real Home Now
is here on The Hawk
Fifty Years Later
where I listen
to The Chick-a-dees
of My Choosing
Joanna Gilman Hyde 