The Hawk Queen Bed 8:20am
The Sky was beautiful
too intricately beautiful
to write about —
all I could do was look
at the heavy blue clouds
with faded mauve accents
and come upstairs
with Our Coffee
The Hawk Dining Room 9:30am
The Silver Line
IS
The Horizon
with illuminated clouds
above
The Sea Is Grey
& I am ready
to put the coffee
on
The Hawk Corner Room 9:30am
The Wash Of Cloud
Radiates My Silver
Along The Ocean Strip
It Moves Across
My Window View
Urging Me My Grip
The Hawk Dining Room 8:00am
“Everything’s going
all to Hell
very fast*”
yet I have
salmon pink clouds
turning to gold
*Dr W Hunter Blair
The Hawk Outpost 9:16am
The Striated Clouds
along The Horizon
streak gently like
a watercolour wash
with a glimmer of light
at the farthest reach
low — off line
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm
I sit in My Purple Robe
upon The Tomato-coloured Couch
I write for a living
I write to sustain My Self
Nothing Do I Hyde
I can be read
head to toe
& portend the future
I depict
line for line
in the journal stacks
stored in a giant Birk’s bag
in My Closet
December 9, 2014 The Hawk Window Seat 8:30pm
All I ever really wanted
was An Affair
with Dr Blair —
but He wanted Me
to be cured
to cook Him His Meals
to go out on dark & stormy nights
for Gravol
to help let the cats out
& back in
so I grew
into A Doctor’s Wife
for Him
The Hawk Outpost 11:08am
I am faced
with a wintry sky
of heavy cloud
The Waves are capped
with white
against the molten grey
of sea
A check of the thermometer
confirms that I am looking
at a configuration
of cold
Hawk Point Road 2:50pm
The Sun Shines
a variegated halo
over the southern tip
of Cape Sable Island
the land I live on
where I confide
in very few
& get My Groceries
on the notes of Joy Division
The Hawk Out Post 4:30pm
Eye walk to The Sky
held inside M(eye) Kitchen
Out Post
never am Eye lost
for answers seen within
layered clouds
of pinkish grey
& peaks of rooftops
gilded in the amber light
of M(eye) Earliest Evening
Joanna Gilman Hyde 