The Hawk Queen Bed 9:36pm
If only I could run away
from My Past
& trip headlong into My Future —
but Where would that put Me?
Where then is My Present?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:13pm
He stole That Moment, Bastard
My Daughter was in Her Second Summer
when She waved Good-bye
to a Friend I’ll never see again —
held in Her Father’s Arms
My Little Eliza
mouthed the words
uttering Them distinctly —
They were Two Words
I tried not to hear —
He bastardized that moment
in Her very early speech
as He peeled off
My Darling’s “See Ya!”
& caught Them in His too quick
paws
Hand Over Those Words!
Let Me Use Them
as freely as You Do!
I want My Freedom Back
I’ll never get Eliza’s Moment
but I can try to have My Own
without Your constant reminder
even in a petty catch phrase
which seems to have gained in popularity
since I first heard You sing it out
when you were My Doctor
twenty-five years ago
The Hawk Family Room 4:40pm
I See Our Galaxy
Out My West Window
Filling Up & Out The Sky
Glowing In Its Centre
With What May Be The Sun
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:41pm
I always said I never lived
with a broken heart,
but My Mother broke My Heart
when She died
twenty years ago,
but I lived
with My Broken Spirit
taken over by God —
God stepped in
— stepped on My Heart —
He made Me see a Shower of Lights
Which did not fill Me
with inner peace
I was restless
not sleeping
years on medication —
I’m still on it —
I cannot drink The Red Wine
of mirth
without sleep disturbance
I need My Sleep
My Peace Restored
The Hawk Portico 1:00pm
I sit to watch the roiling ocean
with a ring around the sun
that wind’s still up —
I’ll put the kettle on
The Hawk Family Room 7:00pm
My Elementary Art Teacher
Miss Fabian
was little & wore tight sweaters
Her Hair was Black
She wore Black Pants
& told Me Artists usually stand
to do Their work
I don’t remember My Intermediate Teacher
but I made a giant bobby pin
& won an art certificate
at the end of Sixth Grade
My High School Art Teachers
were Miss Cotterall, little & blond
Who taught Me the basics
of Jewellery Making —
Miss Hues —
She was dark-skinned
& I painted a water-colour portrait
of Her in a patch-work skirt —
Mr McDowell
was the Track Coach
Who later told Me He was proud
to have contributed in some small way
to My Success
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:11pm
In a dim-lit windowless room
of Planned Parenthood
I must have signed My Life
away —
I say Must
because I do not remember
The Signature —
I say Life
because It was
Mine
The Hawk Family Room 7:42pm
Hunter’s Attitude in His Computer Chair
is all about Diagonals
— How His Right Arm extends to His Mouse
How His Left Leg Crosses Right
How His Thick-haired Head leans
to His Left
Oh — He Straightens Up
when I announce I’m writing
about Him
The Hawk Corner Room 4:34pm
I just watched 9 Canada Geese
flying North
past My Picture Window —
I’m such a novice birdwatcher
I could only tell They were Geese
by Their Long Necks
(at least I had the sense to count Them)
The Hawk Corner Room 4:00pm
My Childhood Easter Egg
with Its Cellophane Window
Its Interior Hills of Sugar & Paper Bunnies
has opened out in My Adult View
through My Eastern Picture Window
to encompass Our Frosty Shoreline
7 Little Houses
& a School Bus Threading
Its way through Roadside Scrub Spruce
