The Hawk Beach 7:55pm
I had just started to write
The Guzzle is at Its deepest
when the incoming tide
churns its way toward Me
along the far edge
caught in the evening light
like a mini Grand Canyon —
then I heard a BUZZ —
a giant flying insect?
I looked overhead and guessed
I was being spied upon
by My First Ever Drone!
The Hawk Beach 7:50pm
Last night I saw one sizeable sand castle
with a tunnel and moat and bridge —
tonight one hump of it
and the bridge of wood
remain —
farther along The Hawk Beach
an additional creation is ringed
with blue and purple mussel shells
sporting crab claws and sea gull feathers
and a third,
also from last night,
sets unscathed
with pink crab shells adorning
each of its four turrets
The Hawk Beach 8:10pm
Tonight I am immersed
in a blue paler
than the sky
after a light rain
when I almost didn’t bring My Book
the weightiness of My Words
has Me sitting on damp sand
at the edge of the tide
as darker waves undulate
beneath sunlight in The East —
OH!
The Hawk Beach 7:00pm
Beside My Lovely Guzzle
The Transparency of Flaming June
is complete —
finished in a two-day almost frenzy
& I am almost exhausted —
here for My Fortification
with The Waves @ My Sneakers
I have somewhere to go
while My Husband rows
His Dory
and We take a break
from discussions of
The Medical Cartel
The Hawk Beach 2:45pm
I have walked The High Tide Line
to The Restoration of My Reason
and so have reached The Guzzle
a rivulet of blue and aqua
flowing into The Atlantic Waves —
I have satisfied God’s demands
to feel the need
of living and so
I sit with a flock of gulls
adjacent to The Supreme Essence
of Peace I have become
The Hawk Beach NOON
I threw away a fantasy rock
into the depths of the bamboo hedge
never to be found
despite rubber gloves
rubber boots
and heavy brown pants
I may never wear again
instead
I walked to The Hawk Beach
and setting foot
on the ledge of piled stones
I found three great ones —
a double-lined, a single-lined
and an oblong grey
side-swiped with white
to put at My Front Step
The Hawk Beach 7:40pm
I’ve made it to The Guzzle
on one night of less than solid sleep
but adequate
for a first day out
with My Ex Cousin-in-law —
a loose black dog came up behind
as I began My Beach Walk
and for the first time
I was not
terrified
Eliza’s Room 8:43pm
As I walked the lines
of shoes and sneakers
measured in the sand
I saw a track of feet so bare
veer off into the frothy foam
I wondered at the line
of tide which consumed
their salty prints
and merely as a bonus
saw
their re-emergence
further on
In The Sun Today
I Walked The Pattern Of The Waves
& Looked Across The Sand
To Sea The Breakers
But To Hear Their Over-turnings Muffled
Out Of Reach Of The Wind
Rippling The Clouds Outside
My Kitchen Window
When I Got Home
Joanna Gilman Hyde 