The Hawk Corner Room 10:43am
I have to write
as if My Life depended on it —
I have to write
as I watch The Silver Streaks
out on the ocean
move from singular lines
to eye-splitting patches
taking over
the murky darker grey
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:02pm
I Have My Big Black Lion
At My Feet
And My Daughter’s Mane Of Gold
At My Fingertips
I Am Licking My Wounds
With A Salivating Tongue
And Garnering My Strength
For The Onslaught
Of The World
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:57pm
I live a life
of comparative luxury
with My Weight
on My Left Hip
& My Right Ankle relaxed
while I peel off
My Mother’s Silver Bangles
ancient ring of gold & amethyst
I’m not rich — yet —
but I expect to be
in This Lifetime
in the meantime
I eat frugally
& engage in a very limited
society of friends
The Hawk Kitchen 8:40am
This morning a golden sun
crossed over My makings for coffee
& coloured the ocean
a molten gold
–
For the second cup
a sun of white
shone through opaque clouds
to spot the ocean
liquid silver
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:40pm
I stood in My Raspberry LLB Sippers from China
& Fuchsia Turtle-neck Sweater from Years Ago
to enunciate in front of My Bedded Husband
Three Fundamental Rules
For This Planet:
1. No Legalized Abortion
2. No Militarized Killing
3. No Capital Punishment
& asked One Question
for All of Us to Ask:
What Is The Value
of One Human Life?
The Hawk Kitchen 6:57pm
From My Kitchen Glass Doors
I can consume The Western Light
scattered across The Grass
illuminating The Scraggly Apple
Scrub Spruce beyond
out to The Line of Blue Atlantic
trimmed with A Streak
of Warm Grey Cloud
caught
by The Golden Glow
and set before Me
on My Plate
The Hawk Basement 1:22pm
Last Night I had
A Poem in My Head
as I lay in My Warm Bed
too tired to rise & write It down
Is It trickling down through
The Remainder
of This Day
too as My Grandmother would say:
NOTHING IS LOST?
The Hawk Corner Room 5:38pm
Today I have seen The Face
of A Dear Boy, A Soulful Man
behind a wall of glass
as He rose to Meet Me
His is The Face
I am Reading, Reaching
to Touch His Expectant Eyes
to Hug His Hopeful Frame
to Hear His Questioning Words
Sincerely Conversant as I sit beside
Him, The Embodiment
of Our Purpose
The Hawk Corner Room NOON
Black Jesus Stands
In Her Vestment Of Liquid Silver
To Gaze Out Over
The Shimmering Sea
Of Our New Day
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:11pm
Black Jesus stood at Her Kitchen Sink
& looked down
into the slowly swirling soap film
on the surface of Her Casserole Dish
She was about to wash clean
She saw a collection of galaxies
swimming clock-wise
& right before Her EYEs
The Galaxies turned into Spermatozoa
& She decided not to wash
She left Her Station to eat A Piece Of Carrot Cake
& when She came back
She looked again —
Her Casserole contained
The Universe
