The Hawk Hallway 7:50pm
Is That Child Gone?
The One Who Sat Cross-legged
in Her Kindergarten’s Hallway
unwindowed
practising for a bombing
with Her Head in Her lap?
–
Is She Gone Now, Married
to Her Second Husband, Her Well-loved Doctor
with The Assault on Her Marriage
of A Second Doctor
She feels forced to turn to for eternal preparedness
Practice?
The Hawk Kitchen 5:55pm
I stirred The Cinnamon
into My Eggnog
& even though I don’t celebrate
Christmas
I saw The Stars churning
off The Galaxy Edges
I felt The Funnel of Hope
invigorate
My Despondency
I drank The Drink
of My New Declaration:
The Minds of Men, Women & Children
The World Over
will succeed
in leading us away
from Dystopia
The Hawk Kitchen 2:22pm
INTRODUCING NEW
DISCIPLINE FOR HUNGRY FAITH:
OLD BREAD FED TO CROWS
The Hawk Kitchen 10:30am
The Food Hamper from Yesterday
has been disassembled
disposed of out on The Grass
for The Gulls & Crows
— They know nothing
of Hell & Damnation
Sin & Salvation —
The Orange I rolled
into The Compost
is
safe
The Hawk Portico NOON
Today I began reading a Baptist Tract on Sin & Salvation
inside the top of a boxed offering of baked goods
— a man brought the box to My Side Door
saying “It’s for Dr Blair — we’re giving them out
to people over seventy”
–
As I sat on My Portico in My Bathrobe
I looked at The Tract
The seven minutes it will take you to
read this message could be the most
valuable time you will ever spend
I read to the part where Everyone’s a Sinner
& a huge military (Fisheries?) jet buzzed
around the corner of My House
I looked up to The Aircraft until it was gone
& put The Tract back in Its food box
–
I made another cup of tea
–
I came out again to sit in The Sun
& hesitantly picked up The Tract
to read about Hell & Damnation
but The Plane came roaring again
My Hands went together
I crumpled up My Seven Most Valuable Minutes
into a snowball
If I could say anything right now
anything I wanted — what
would It be?
–
The House is buffeted by a rainstorm
I Am Cosy In My Bed
(to use a phrase of WHB’s)
with tea beside Me
I Am Free
–
The Anti-Christmas Poems
are over
The Shooting Victims are being mourned
I Am Free
–
I Am Free To Love
& harbour no known hatred
–
I Am Free To Love
My Daughter, My Son, My Husband
My House, My Cats, My Country
My World, My Life
–
I Am Free To Love
My Spiritual Partner
& Believe Me — I HAVE ONE
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:10pm
A Silver Star-spark just crossed My View
as I sat at the computer screen
— passed across My Field of Vision
diagonally from left to right
trailing a dark path
alerting Me
to read
“God Has Called Them All Home”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 