I was That Baby
in My Bassinet
on a living room balcony
in a house called The Laundry
I watched The Ceiling
until it grew
into The Balcony Ceiling
here at The Hawk
where I lie back
in My Couch’s Recliner
to look up
& up again
under the cover
of My Grown Up Shelter
I don’t bake
I write poems
Do The People
in Martin’s No Frills Parking Lot
need to be reached?
–
No, They are happy
in Their Own Disgruntled Lives
I just saw
a Mother & Daughter
eating Cheese Doodles
on The Way
to Their Car
The Hawk Deck 11:35am
If I hear The Waves
Really Hear
They say, “It’s OK
It’s OK”
–
If I see The Ocean
Really See
It shows Me
Its Serenity
–
If I feel The Day
Really Feel
It tells Me
You Are Here
Really Here
& You Love It
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Thanks for your patience,
Joanna
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 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 