3:45pm
Southerly Surf resonates
in My Blood —
I’m composed of 50 Trillion Cells
or more —
How many of Them are My Blood
activated
by Each Surge of Sound
moving through Me
moving My Pen
as I sit with Knees up
on The Armless End
of My Tomato-coloured Couch?
The Hawk Living Room 12:15 pm
I have had an undulating vision —
a purple cave-like opening
dressed in Golden Fray
–
This moving Mountain-like form
contained not the thought
of The Little Man
but His Essence
–
It pulsated at Me
slowly
pushing from behind My Eyes
& returned Him
to Me
I’m lying on My Tomato-coloured Couch
— did I say It’s very comfortable?
Looking up at My Crow Painting
— I need My Glasses —
The Living Room Window is Open
to The Southerly Waves
at My Head
with Eliza’s Horse Blanket
over The Rest
Am I going to have to leave
The Island House
for one more winter?
There are still no buyers
spiders have taken over
Who will ever live out there?
–
WHB just said, “You’re not in any place
where the bad things happened.”
–
Will We keep The Island
in case the power goes out
here on The Hawk?
Will We load up Our Cans
& Sleeping Bags
& boat for The Solace
of That Place so loved
by My Mother
& Me?
The Hawk Deck 8:40am
The Morning Sky is Silver
as I heed the wealth
of My Surroundings
–
The Surf is shushing Me again
while My Teacup steeps
My Husband sleeps
I assess the coolness of The Wind
–
9:40am
The Surf is Louder Now
It Wakes Me Up
To The Silver Streaks & Pools
across The Ocean
My Husband is Up
& We’re Having Coffee
–
11:40am
A Pair of Jays have come
to The Straggly Apple by The Deck
Others Join Them
so I have My Flock of Jays
Who squawk out My Growing Up
as They All fly off:
“You are in The Childhood
of Your Maturity
Here On The Hawk”
Did God create The Dragonfly
to fly out of nymph-hood Today
of All Days?
Or has The Dragonfly created Itself
over eons
to emerge from arbitrary randomness?
–
I have been answered
by swarms of midges
screaming out to Me
for recognition
The Hawk Deck 5:30
Fall Has Risen
as I sit on The Breezy Deck
in 16 degrees Celsius
having, rejoicing
in My Brain’s Capacity
To See The Future
& To See The Future
in physical terms
I am no longer waiting
I am @ The Time of Arrival
Landing
On My Solid Ground
of ambiguity
Joanna Gilman Hyde 