The Hawk Corner Room 4:45am
I woke because I got up
I got up because I woke
visually stimulated
I made My Bed
and went to work
with One Green Drip
on M(EYE) final? canvas
up here in My Corner Room
classical music is playing
& it’s almost time
to take coffee to My New X —
Yes, We still do that
The Hawk Corner Room 4:50pm
EYE Live
on a widow’s walk
with One Magnificent View —
too bad the only people
EYE have to share It with
are The Birds.
Not even The Cats are allowed.
The Hawk Corner Room 1:02am
EYE have seized The Sky
up here in My Corner Room
where I can paint all day
if I want to, or go to the beach.
I’m cooking for One
and enjoying every minute of it
with My New French Canadian Radio to keep Me company.
Tonight I sorted through My Clothes
and am choosing to wear Those
of no particular significance,
and if You too, My Lovely Daughter
happen to read This
or have It read to You,
please know that I love You always
and will never violate
Your Adjacent Room
The Hawk En Suite Bath Window 7:32am
The October Sky about witch
other Lovers have written —
displays Its Self in Its earliest moments
as darkest grey against
faint peach light
The Tumult of The Century
looms in Its volume
and EYE have found The Solace of Thought
in Its Dramatic Commentary
The Hawk Window Seat 8:38am
Waking, briefly
seeing Liquid Blue
(Your typical sky blue)
crinkling all around, puddled —
next, a field of Blue Plastic
chips, shards, spread out
scattered
and This Morning, This Great Morning
(EYE) woke to see a flash:
Crystal Blue Droplets — A Myriad
Halifax International Airport 11:25am
Now that EYE have begun The Craft
of painting nearly every lamp shade
in M(EYE) House
— I have driven through foggy fall foliage
to pick up Hunter’s College Grand Daughter
and have decided to paint like
never before:
The Purely Decorative Canvas
maybe with some gold
to go above The Tomato-coloured Couch
replete with No
Deep Inner Meaning
The Hawk Corner Room 7:28am
As I drink My Coffee decked
in My New Hammacher Schlemmer
Monogrammed Turkish Robe
before The Sun comes up
The Window is open to The Surf
I can hear The Rooster
again, as I heard Him
during Those Heady Days
when I first made My Escape
from that chemical prison
of 23 years
— only now My Husband wonders
if there might not be
2 or 3 Roosters?
and He briefly brought His Electric Shaver in
to The Corner Room
to comment on The Sky
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:54am
She grew up like magic
born yesterday
in an inflatable tub
My Darling Gubba – Goo
turned into A Woman
before I realized My Own
Womanhood
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:40am
We saw The Moon at Dinner
full on Today’s Calendar
rising big and gold over The Atlantic —
My Husband says It’s boring
once It gets up there
and just stays —
but EYE know It doesn’t just stay —
that familiar and ancient disc of Human EYE-dent-ity
I saw It again —
this time over The Western Islands
in the pink of morning
when I pulled up The Shade
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:00pm
Yesterday You saw The Rainbow Spray
when You had never heard of It
on The Day You changed Your Name
and picked up pebbles from The Hawk Beach
to build A Kitchen Castle —
You helped Me hoist
A Golden Throne into the back
of My Brown Edge
and as We unloaded
My Future Sculpture
into the cellar
You told The Story
of how Your Mother’s Father
coming home from fishing on The Grand Banks
had seen A Mermaid
— that They really do exist —
scraping Her Long Hair
with a fish bone
Joanna Gilman Hyde 