The Hawk Deck 8:55am
It’s warming up
to a beautiful day
I Am Ushering In My Life
out on The Deck
I Am Eating My Banana
in a contemplative mode
listening, as always, to North Eastern Surf
dressed in My Robe
of Warm Silver
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:30am
Every Morning I Am
A Woman Of Ritual
I Wake To Open The Blinds
Re-fill The Kitties’ Water Dish
And Drink From My Fridge Spigot
The First Of Many Glasses
Marked “LIFE”
–
I Log My Self Organizing Galaxy Views
At 9:11
Or 10:22
I Row For 22 Minutes And 22 Seconds
On My C2 Indoor Rowing Machine
And Then I Take
**My Shower**
The Literal Transformation
Of My Shower Of Silver Lights
The Hawk Portico 5:30pm
I make My Lap
available to cats
& men
but only for short
periods of time
I invariably get up
to write
or wash dishes
or to get a sweater
if it’s windy
then I sit down
& cross My Legs
again
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:05pm
I know what The Honour is
in being Doctor Blair’s Wife
for Nine Years today
Have I gotten over Our
less-than-perfect wedding
into the routine of laundry
& dinner
bedtime reading?
He holds My Left Wrist
& that’s when I love Him
The Hawk Living Room 5:15pm
I can let the axe fall
on anyone:
husband
mortgagee
friend —
but not child
for a child
I have all praise
and sympathy
children are growing
into falsehood
and where innocence remains
I have unconditional love
The Hawk Living Room 3:17pm
My Seething Insides
can be delved into
examined under glass
for the purpose
of Human Kind
I am One Example
of The Seven or more
Billion Specimens
here for the purpose
of knowing
Themselves
as They would know
God
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:11pm
Since I Named My Car
Gun Metal Grey
Let Me Write
Of The Varieties
Of That Colour —
First Off — Is It
A Colour?
Is It Simply Black Fused With White
Or Does It Have Substance
Like Fog?
Why Do I Feel Secure
In Garments Of Grey —
Grey Accessories —
A Grey Car
With A Tinge Of Blue
A Steely Blue
Like The Silver Bullet?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:40pm
My Life Is Great —
I’m Drinking A Labatt’s Blue
My New Car Is Out Front
An Iridescent Gun Metal Grey
I Can Drive With
Newly Installed Sirius
Set On 90’s On 9
What More Could A Girl
In Her Early 50’s
Possibly Want?
OH! I Forgot To Tell You
The Name:
Ford Fusion
The Action
Or Process Of Melting By Means Of Intense Heat;
The State of Fluidity As A Result
Of Being Heated
(Oxford English Dictionary 1993)
The Hawk Portico 4:45pm
I think when I get shot
the bullet will feel cold
at first
just under My Right Shoulder Blade
I will feel as if I got hit
with a board
I will slump down
out of shock
more-so than out of
pain
Joanna Gilman Hyde 