The Hawk Queen Bed 9:50am
My Word! I have caught a glimpse
of Silver Streaks
out on the grey ocean breaking
the colour of the new snow sky
— They were very brief — The Streaks
but I saw Them
& They glinted
for Our Second Cup
of Coffee
The Hawk Corner Room NOON
Iron Blue Ocean
fortifies with another
year under My Belt
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:11pm
This First New Year’s Eve
for My “of age” Daughter
saw Her donning black stockings
in the back of My Ford Fusion
& tripping out to Her Fete (circumflex)
in Italian pressed leather heels
from Her Mother’s 1984
The Tomato-coloured couch 4:35pm
ignite match for Ray
light candle right-handed –blow–
plume at left shoulder
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:56pm
My Big Black Cat Astro
is stretched out, asleep
on a black velveteen mat
with only 2/3 of His Tail showing
on one end
& His Resting Head
& 2 paws — 1 stretched out —
on the other
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:05pm
My Voice is My Calling
pulling Me forward
into What, at What
I’m not sure
but I am feeling
a Gut Reaction
to The State Of The World:
My Innards Are Awkward
& telling Me so
The Hawk Kitchen 4:45pm
It’s a watery sky
over the cold-looking ocean
with one house
down on the shore
lit up for Christmas
The Hawk Bedroom 3:20pm
I See The Light
Glinting Off
That Christmas Ocean
Silver In Its Force
Radiating Through Our Southern Window
Blanketing The Bed
Of My Sleeping Husband
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:55pm
I will not light a candle —
I will light a candle
for The World
to resurrect Its State
of Giving
to Foster The Feat
of Humanity’s Beginnings
We must cry out
for Our Selves
for more than just Our Families
We must cry out
and act
for Our Place
in The Line
of Evolution
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:08am
My Husband’s is A Seductive Hand
A Doctor’s Hand
A Hand Of Comfort
He wraps His Fingers
around My Wrist
& gropes Them gently
up and down My Own
leaving Me only
to turn a page
on His Kindle
Joanna Gilman Hyde 