The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:30pm
There’s enough white
pick-up trucks
to go around
to everyone
like Me
Who doesn’t make a wish
but feels
security
in the white
mobility
of man-made
design
The Hawk Kitchen 6:08pm
There’s A Bay Window
At My Kitchen Door
Where I Can Stand Northward
To Be Surrounded
By Trees And Yard
And Sky, Clouds, Ocean To The East
To The West Our Muskrat Pond
And A New Testament
Baptist Church
On The Hill
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:22pm
I take My Medication
to keep My Power in check
otherwise I would not sleep
& I would be powering all over
the house
& out into the yard at night
& God knows where —
I would be unstoppable
& I would have to get apprehended
by The Mounties and/or ambulance attendants
to wind up in The Yarmouth Psychiatric Unit
where They would lock Me up
in the so-called “Therapeutic Quiet Room”
where I would pound & pound
& drum & drum on the steel door
until They came in & held Me
down
for an injection
against My Will —
It’s Black Power
of Which I Speak
The Hawk Deck 9:08am
I Am Drinking In
The Silver
Of This 22nd Day
Of This 22nd Year
Into The Awakening
I
Have
Come
To This Ever-glade
Of Peace
&
Prosperity
Where I Reside
With My Loving Husband
&
My Beautiful Singing Daughter
Whether I Stay
Or Not
I Will Carry With Me
The Ages
Of Time
&
Be A Representative
Of The Life
We’ve Lived
Before
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:57pm
Tonight I had to throw out
Our entire supper of fish
to the gulls and crows
— it was tainted —
and then in a fit
of generosity
I threw out Our bread
best by today
and three English muffins
dated March 18th
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:15pm
There’s a purple cloud
out there now
with The Peepers going
It’s a scene, Man
A Scene
&
I Love It
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:04pm
I Lift The Shade
From My Husband’s Nap
To Check The Progress
Of The Sun — It
Lays Out Her Silver
Upon The Bay
An Hour Before The Set
We’ll Watch
The Hawk Outpost 10:26am
I Lift My Life Glass
To The Silver On The Water
& Watch As One Gull Flies By
Within The Breadth Of A Dappling
Of Cloud
A Fishing Boat On The Horizon
Shimmers In The Mix
Of My Sea
& Sky
&
I
Drink
Joanna Gilman Hyde 