BEFORE THE GREY
The Hawk Outpost 9:00am
I See The Silver
Sheen Upon The Ocean So
I Know I Am Home
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The Hawk Outpost 9:00am
I See The Silver
Sheen Upon The Ocean So
I Know I Am Home
The Hawk Basement 1:00pm
Last night I dreamt
of a Gorilla Woman
Who could not speak
being “cared for” by a man
Who had fathered two young girls
by another woman
and The Gorilla Woman
was Their Foster Mother —
first Her Face was a Gorilla Face
then She turned into An Old Human
wearing Old Lady Clothes
The Hawk Deck Rail 12:11pm
The Waves are loudest
just beyond The Scraggly Apple
I have prepared My House
for a deep thinker
& am ready to depart
for a trip
of No Expectations
The Hawk West Desk Window 12:15pm
Two Jehovah’s Witnesses
knocked on My Side Door
while I was mopping upstairs
& tried to get Me
to believe in Satan
but I would have none of it:
“I give The Devil no credence”
They said, “So You believe Mankind is responsible
for all the bad things?”
I said, “In part, but I believe
in The Reconciliation of Opposites”
“What’s That?”
I told Them I wanted to get back
to My Cleaning
The Hawk West Desk Window 12:17pm
I Have Seen The Universe
Swirled In The Accidental Toe Print
Of Our White Cloth Bath Mat
In Eliza’s Shower
& When I Stepped Upon It
I Unintentionally Drew Out The Pin Wheel Form
To Leave
A Mere Trace
Of Our Grandest
Design
The Hawk Deck 3:30pm
I’m breathing New Life
into Black
out on My Laundry Line:
a solitary long black sweater
— short sleeved —
$1.25 @ The Salvation Army
to go with My New Travelling Outfit
for Our Air Plane Ride
out to Vancouver
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:22pm
I’ve seen another Galaxy
end-on in the crumb-laden
line of frosting off a piece
of Carrot Cake —
contained in a clear plastic box
I held
with My Barbie-Band-Aided fingers
from when I sliced My Left Index
& where Astro scratched
My Pinkie
The Hawk Deck 12:42pm
The Gull’s Raucous Cry
is every sound of Salt Air
rising above Its neighbours’
murmurings
It crowns the calls
of all other birds
& rings in the start
of Summer
Joanna Gilman Hyde 