The Hawk Deck 3:00pm
I Have Seen The Perfect
Nautilus
Within My Universal Vision
— the sink It was —
Showing Me The Perfect
Form Of Reproduction
& Through My Chaos
of hand-washing
I Diffused The Spiral
Only To Let It
Re-set
in ever-smaller
smatterings
The Hawk Deck 8:30pm
Will The Low Cooing
Of The Mourning Dove
Be The Sound Of The Hawk
When I Leave?
Or Will It Be The Waves
I’ll Hear As I Head Out
Into The Night Of My Future
Seeking Only
To Find
The Repetitions?
The Hawk Deck 7:47pm
All That I Have Lived For
Is Wrapped Up In This Moment
As I Am Wrapped In My Heavy Grey Bathrobe
With The Spears Of Light Forever Above Me
And All Down Around Me
How Have I Gotten This Far?
Through A Child’s Adoration Of A Pair
Of Love Birds To A Mother’s Love
Of Her Dearest 2.4’s
The Evening Light Is Upon The East
Illuminating The Scrub Spruce Forest
And I Have Come This Far
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:38pm
A Black-headed Gull
blown in from the storm
circled over Me
as I threw
bits of bread
on the newly cut lawn
He landed beside Me
for probably the first
square meal
He’s had since
He was carried to Us
The Hawk TV Room 12:05pm
I Sprayed An Arm
Of The Galaxy
Across A Glass Table
Nobody Saw It
But Me
The Hawk Outpost 8:45am
Moving in and out
between The Clouds
My Silver Sun
greets Me through The Mist
and says Hello to The World
illuminating
My Silver Sea
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:22pm
I stepped out of My Cheap Grey Capris
onto The Shores Of The New World —
in My Wake are carried The Multitudes
in My Reach The Hands Of Men
I’ve known, and will know
as I live My Life-long Pursuit
across That Breadth Of Existence
to which I have been birthed
Joanna Gilman Hyde 