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Joanna
The West Desk Window 11:24am
I am luxuriating in The Full Viewing
of My Beautiful Bird of Paradise
I watch Him from My Vehicle
at the side of Hawk Point Road
My Neck craned to My Left
I gaze across Tidal Flats
at The Break in The Dunes
where Storm Waves wash in
small fry
for My Beautiful Long-legged, Long-necked Friend
Who wades so prominently
through One Grand Pool
to fish at Four Glorious Intervals
before I allow My Self
to finish driving home
to fix Lunch
He steamed out 24 hours
not planning on coming back
when He cut the engine
& sat astern
testing the water:
“It was real to Me
I witnessed It
& same time I’m puzzled by It
I don’t see any reason
I shouldn’t tell It —
Some People may see a UFO
maybe They did
I thought about painting It
It’s so well embedded in My Mind
They don’t have to look like a seagull —
They weren’t
They weren’t a sea hag
They were sort of angelic like
down on the outside —
similar to a glow
20 feet away
2 on top 1 on the bottom
sea hags don’t hover
They were trying to send Me a Message
delicate hair, like angel hair
Something I can’t explain
but It happened”
The Hawk Deck 11:35pm
Oh Fly, why do You light
on My Knee?
Why do You stay awhile —
what makes You go?
Do You know something
I don’t?
–
Oh Fly, why do You light
on My Sleeve
looking at Me
while You wash Your Arms?
Are You as curious
as I am?
What makes You leave?
Are You coming back?
The Hawk Deck 9:42am
I HAVE A CRY
discouraging Me from My Walk
along the Barrington Bay Trail
preventing Me from shopping
at Sobey’s
–
I HAVE A CRY
like The Crow’s Cry
efficient, timely
but MY CRY IS CAWT
The Hawk West Desk Window 12:22pm
So This Is Nova Scotia
I’ve woken up in The Land of Dreams
to find I no longer belong
I have arrived at My Life’s Destination
& The Jays are telling Me
“Go Back, Go Back”
“What do You want to be
when You grow up?”
“I want to be a ballet dancer
but I’ll probably be an artist”
I hold on tight to My Black Cat Astro
replacement for a beloved Tom
Who was the first creature
I ever grieved over
before My Mother Died
& I fell in love
with The Scripted Little Man
Who’s stayed with Me
in My Mind & Heart
for nearly 20 years
I must go back
to the capable kid I was
with paper route
and baby-sitting jobs
who knew She would be An Artist
Who was An Artist
painting giant canvases
& wowing art teachers
at Cooper Union
— if She could make it there
She could make it anywhere —
but She can’t go back
only forward
without the encumbrances
of Her Mother’s Estate
& The Doctor She Lives With
in a marriage based on His Reality
The Hawk Deck 8:45pm
duck hunting season is open
this sparkling morning — reverberating
gun fire crashing My Waves
— I’m sick for the flocks
trying to fly south
in order to survive
the winter
The Hawk Portico 5:55pm
I planned to sit down with My Daughter
to have a talk about Her Future
instead She showed Me Her Purchases
from Frenchy’s — designer 2nd hand —
& lovingly cradled Her Louis Vuitton
brown leather hand bag:
“I’ll never let anything happen
to this —
I’ll have It ’till I die
& I’m not joking”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 