The Hawk Dining Room 3:53pm
I rest My Chin
in The Child’s Posture
between My Fists
I contemplate The Greyness
of My Ocean
It’s All Mine
nobody
can steal It
away
I
will
hold
It
to
Me
within My Veins
within My Flesh
within My Insides
I Am The Salt
I Am The Water
I Am Here
in The Child’s Stance
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22am
I am wearing the colour of vulnerability
is it still the colour of surrender?
I stand in the bathroom mirror
& look at My Self — Dual Citizen
a representative of North America
in LL Bean Blue Jeans
& white sweat shirt
Grey Star at My Neck
Diamond Rings blaze on both My Hands
What do I stand for?
Canadian/US Citizen
on guard
for
Thee
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:40pm
When I close My Eyes at Night
I can see the generational sprays
of light
in My Field of Vision
Which is spherical
& ever-moving
The Hawk Portico 4:22pm
On one of these rare days
in early Fall
so still
I’ve decided to stay
on The Hawk
instead of driving to Barrington
for a walk
on The Trail
while Hunter rows —
I cannot miss
this outdoor treat
of sitting in My Red Deck Chair
with My Front Door open
to The Sounds of My Daughter
readying in the kitchen
for tonight’s drive
back to
College
The Hawk Deck 11:22am
Take away The Question
what do You have
That Which Is
all around You
in front of Your Blazing Eyes
at the touch of Your Sticky Fingers
at the smell of Your Pristine Nose
at the lure of Your Thankful Ears
at the taste of Your Capable Tongue
The Meaning is in Your Voice
in Your Gesture
in Your Mind
The Hawk Deck 10:45am
How Ironic, My Private Gold
— I wrote Gold! —
told Me I am A Star
“so go to sleep”
— She told Me
to go To Sleep!
while here now I am waiting
watching
to see The World
awake!
The Hawk Deck 10:40am
I’m a wanna-be Spiritual Leader
I wanna teach Humanity
to love Itself
How corny is that?
Here on My Deck I love
in The Light Of Morning
I wanna cry out
“Love Your Selves!”
The heck with God —
We bumbling Humans
are where It’s At
Look what We can make
of Our Selves
Wanna Bet?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:30pm
When I was a student at Cooper Union
I tried to have an affair
with The President
He gave no response to My Stream of hand-delivered letters
but once gave Me a small kiss
as I stepped on His Foot
After I graduated
I gave Him a pair of hand-knitted socks
for His Cold Feet
By the time His Presidency was nearly over
I was on My way to Nova Scotia
to get properly married
I went to His Office
one last time
He said, “I still have Those Socks –”
I said, “Now You don’t need Them –”
“Why?”
“Because Now It’s Spring!”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 