The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:52pm
I don’t read any more
& My Idle Hands
are telling Me to take up
a hobby, like knitting
with giant knitting needles
& soft variegated yarn
I could make an Afghan
of no particular pattern
in a flash of leisurely hours
with large loopy-d-loops
& hairy thread
to throw on top of Me
in My Napping Bed
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:30pm
I love My Kitchen Outpost
I can sit here as if
on a porch
surrounded on one side
by My Outdoor View
even if Its foggy
I can sit in My Purple Robe
in My Apple-green Chair
with a cat
on The Ottoman
& listen to a distant radio
drinking tea
& texting
The Hawk Kitchen 7:38pm
The Universe is incubating
in My Red Teflon Frying Pan
I have dished out & up
all I am made of
& now it is up
to the stars
to see if I work
The Hawk Kitchen 8:30am
I have been wrestling
with God all My Life
finally I am winning
I have taken control
of the biggest force I know
& made Him do
His Dirty Work
for Me
The Hawk Kitchen 7:53am
The Silver Glare
alerts My Eyes
& shifts to flashes
of White
safe in My Kitchen
with the coffee pot on
I care not
for the rest of The World —
Oh but I do!
Eliza’s Bathroom 1:38pm
I stand on a mat of Purple
in My Purple accented bath
looking down at My Purple toe nails
& Teal coloured pants
looking from above at My Station
as The 3rd Wife of a successful doctor
The Mother of 2.4 Children I love
fiercely
A Revolutionary of Vision
an artist of words
The Hawk Kitchen 6:41pm
There’s nothing delicate
about Me —
I talk with My Mouth Full
I wipe My Hands on My Pants
I dress in Fiery Reds
& Elevate My Voice
so that even The Deaf can hear
Me
for A Change
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:15pm
The Sky is a watercolour wash —
have I said that before?
Probably — One Stripe
is the same as The Ocean
& so includes Itself
as a partition
of liquid cloud
The Hawk Kitchen 2:19pm
I am seeing The Colours
of Flaming June*
out on the highway
in scraps of florescent rope
in the roses and carnations from My Children
in My Frying Pan
of green and orange peppers
and in My Cold Weather Wear
warning of My Existence
*Frederic Leighton 1895
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:09pm
The Sky looks painted tonight
like a scenic background
for a movie about
The Occupants of a house
on a rolling seaside
& how They all
fell in love
one by one
with Each Other
& then with
Themselves
Joanna Gilman Hyde 