The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:20pm
When I see a quiet wave
break
from a dark blue swell
into a white ridge of foam
gliding along the rocky shore
I think of the arms
of Our Galaxy
cradling
All We Are
Our Lives
Our God
The Hawk Kitchen 8:19am
I once created
a giant banana popsicle
covered in chocolate wax
It got driven on top
of a car
through Lower Manhattan
one fabulous night
It visited a gay bar
down by The Hudson
to arrive at The World Trade Center
@ Dawn
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:53pm
My Husband threw a splash
of diamonds upon
My Upright Hand
& yesterday My Birthright
Honour found Its way
across My Clasp
The Hawk Corner Room 5:35pm
If I could I would
gather The Whole World
like A Lover
& hold It inside
of Me
Speck that It is
I would lay It on My Tongue
& moisten It
with My Lips
I would roll It
over My Gums
& send It toward My Throat
I would consume It
& have It course
through My Veins
like isolated blood
& never through
the finality of
digestion
NOTE: I just saw
a little red star glint
at Me as I filled
My Life Glass
The Hawk Kitchen 8:13pm
I have A Magic Pendant
It is Black & White
I wear It always around My Neck
to let It clarify My Sight
My Brother had One
made of Silver
It was Our Mother’s
Oh How He Loved Her!
He dangled Its chain
& let It swing
to answer Yes one way
or No the other
He saw His Way
out of any dilemma
& told His Fortune
to His Gods
He struck a deal
with His Death
that He would be remembered
as a Man of Steel
safely stowed
in The Land of Nod
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:40pm
My be-decked Hand
My be-dazzled Right Hand
with The Question Mark Ring
strokes the black sleek fur
of My Beloved Pet
& shines out to The World
as A Hand of Self-worth
capability far-reaching
& prized for Its clarity
not only in what It wears
but what It commands
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:28pm
I swept up a dust pan of spacial matter
from around the kitty litter box
— it contained the mass
of unnameable stars
and never-ending debris from their creation —
into the depths
of a black hole
containing the mass
of twenty-two billion suns
The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:05pm
I watched a society
of starlings
pecking in My Front Yard
while I realized
I am limiting My SELF
with this Second Coming of Christ
notion
and a white vehicle
drove past and scared
the birds away
Joanna Gilman Hyde 