The Hawk Kitchen 7:13pm
There’s something so satisfying
about letting A Fly out
a sliding glass door —
It’s as if all Your Problems
go along with It
& You can stand back
& look at The Sky
in Its sunset-hued pink
& think There Is No Better
Way
From The Hawk Kitchen Refrigerator
(quotation marks implied)
24/7
Ego
From the get go
Scenario
From day 1
Life is a journey
There ya go!
Climate change
Issue
Live in the moment
It’s all good!
You can’t have everything
Ya get what ya pay for
Nobody’s perfect
Inappropriate behaviour
Up the yin yang
Ya can’t take it with you!
Yeah (as a filler)
Bitch
On the same page
Step up to the plate
You have a lot on your plate
Between a rock and a hard place
Enjoy!
Agro
Good energy
On board
If I win the lottery
Wake up call
Irk
Irksome
Live & learn
Mind set (though I use it)
Down time
Melt down
Jus’ sayin
It is what it is
Get your head around
Heads up
Stepping stone
Team player
There are two sides to every story
Win – win
Been there, done that
Bought the T-shirt
Count your blessings
Look on the bright side
Hang in there
Have a good day
Good Luck
End game
Game over
At the end of the day
In the final analysis
Play it by ear
Quantitative easing (sounds like a laxative)
No brainer
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:38pm
Fall is finished for Me now
as soon as I saw
Its leaves along the grounds
of My Husband’s Office
–
No other flurry of fall
will strike Me the same
as This Summer’s Turning
Its brash array
scattered before The Edifice
of My Husband’s Career
Fifty Falls in the making
The Hawk Kitchen 4:47pm
The Sky around here
is so dramatic:
The Heavy Greys
of low-lying Clouds
move across The View
out My Sliding Glass Doors
with The Sun hitting Their Layers
— The Clouds, not The Doors —
while I sit on A Cat’s Ottoman
in My Pretty But Humble
Kitchen
watching
A Gull pass over
illuminated in Silver
The Hawk West Desk Window 2:45pm
I used to go to churches
and found them hollow places
Who there would hear of My Unstoppable
Shower Of Lights?
Who there could understand The Depths
of My Enclosed Depression?
–
I used to go to churches
looking for companionship
in the rawness of being broken open
like the delicate egg
I was trying to carry
–
I used to go to churches
when I wanted to die instead —
where no Minister could make Me
whole
and no friend could balance Me
–
I used to go to churches
and now I am Home
years beyond the fragility
in the compatibility
of My Marriage
where My House is
My Church
The Hawk Living Room 3:42pm
When I was A Child Of Sex
I swallowed The Semen
of anonymous men
unremembered — the men
not The Taste —
now in My Upstanding Years
I have sex with One Man
and besides
We don’t do That
The Hawk Corner Room 11:45am
Love which can be pulled back
is My Grandest Weapon
how It arms Me
in The Dark
as It has for almost half My Life
It levers Me into The Remainder
for I will keep this Love hidden
and use It only if I have to
like The Crow Bar under My Bed
The Hawk Portico 5:50pm
I have fallen in love
with the spirit of the sea
encroaching as it does
upon the scrub spruce out front
and behind —
I’ll take them any day —
they house the birds
I thrive upon
they become enmeshed
in the early morning sun
and mist — outlining each branch
as if it were a star
how I love the wild here
the unleashed surf
and even, yes even
the occasional car
or truck
traversing the pavement
of My Southern Boundary
to The Atlantic
The Hawk Portico 2:22pm
–
The waves speak to Me
not as a neighbour would
but as a mother might:
“Shhh, Joge, Shhh
Everything Will Be Al-right “
–
The birds speak to Me
of the waves beyond
as if the chirps & calls
& singular silver notes
are accent marks
to the surging shoreline
–
The fog speaks to Me
through the echo of its horn
semi-distant
complimenting
the readied speech
of melodic birds
& the steady rush
of tide
–
The insects speak to Me
landing on My Pages
as if in observation
of My finalizing penmanship
telling Me to go ahead
“Soak it all in and
let it all out”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 