The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:35pm
I lost a hand-made earring
in the sands of My Mother’s Island
I lost a hand-made sunset ring
in the waves of the Jersey Shore
Both coincided with boyfriends
of My Youth
One Whose name I don’t remember
& One I hope to see again
now in Middle Age
The Hawk Corner Room 8:17am
Is that a dramatic bank of fog
or illuminated low-lying cloud
out across My Calm Horizon?
It tapers off
to the south
is thickest to the north
& how I wonder
what weather
it has in store
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:05pm
I am living every woman’s dream
with 2 handsome husbands
& a lover in the wings —
I can make bread pudding
to save the birds from My Cooking
I can sit in My Grandmother’s Wrought Iron Chair
to look at The Sea,
My Pristine Blue Horizon
& remember what She said when I was a child:
“Someday Joge, You are going to make some man
very happy”
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:27am
Silver streaks the water and sky
I have dreamt of a lullaby
The Sun is like a pearl of cloud
caught enmeshed in the ocean’s shroud
All I want is within My Reach
a home on the shores
of a magnificent beach
Content am I to be here with My Love
of pets, of place, of men above
I am not alone, I am free to say
whatever Truth may come today
Yes, The Silver Streaks are My Guide
I will shoulder Their Eminence
for The Song of My Life
The Hawk Deck 10:22am
Every Wave that crashes
goes through Me like a shot
invigorating My Cell Collection
so that I may never stop
They form the background
for The Birds Who sing
all My Favourite Songs
Together Our Surf & Flight
compel Me to belong
June 18, 2015 The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:52pm
abandoned on shore
sandy pink sucky thing — dropped
detritus of youth
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:25pm
The Scrub Spruce deserve
a sketch w/ The Evening Sun
upon Their barren branches
fringed along the bottom
by a hedgerow of new bamboo
& topped above by the blue
of sea and sky
I’ve grown to love
The Scrub Spruce
to call It My Own
as It surrounds My Picture
— makes It —
out My Kitchen Window
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:58pm
There’s A Landscape Out My Kitchen Window
the prettiest I’ve ever seen
It thrives on sea spray
and the mist each morning
brings
It harbours trees
only half the normal size
so I can see beyond
to the horizon
of My Eyes
The Hawk Outpost 9:05am
Bathed in Silver
in perpetuity
The Sun is warm
& no longer Golden
I stand —
one knee up —
at My Kitchen Outpost
to absorb
the light
off The Ocean
of My Existence
The Hawk Portico 5:15pm
I absorb surf
sounding off
from The Cape
I catch
swells of waves
rushing inshore
filtering through
scrub spruce
across open yards
streaming into My Limbs
to meet My Body’s Core
Joanna Gilman Hyde 