Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: bird life

I WAS ONCE WALLED IN

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:41pm

I was once walled in

by plexi-glass & counter tops

filing cabinets & indoor-outdoor carpeting

My Performance of trying to live or die

was put on display

& written about in nurses’ journals

I was made to eat food

I could not taste

& made to shower

when all I wanted to do

was drown in the tub

Now I Am Here

on The Hawk where the only wall

makes up My Kitchen Glass Doors:

They Slide Open

I Can Walk Through

To The Outside

To The Bird Calls

Of Life

LATE MORNING

The Hawk Outpost 11:15am

The Hawk Outpost

offers a thin blue sky

to The North East

the promise of sun

while a solitary Grackle

pecks at the lawn

with His Brilliant Teal Head

— Oh — There’s Another One!

SKY SITTING

The Hawk Outpost 6:46pm

The Clouds Tonight

look like The Face

of Jupiter

undulating as They do

like waves

on an incoming shore

variations of grey & blue

hover over

My Yard

where Our Biggest Cat

Astro

sits to listen

to The Birds of Evening

while The Sky sits

above

WARNING CRY

The Hawk Glass Table 3:00pm

Clear Squawk Of The Jay

Calls Me To My Infancy

His Nestlings Are Safe?

MOMENTARY VIEW

The Hawk Kitchen NOON

Handsome Jay Atop

Weathered Newel Post Just For Me

Deepest Close-up Blues

HERON JOT

The Hawk Point Road 5:22pm

His Tall Elegance

Contemplates The Marsh

At The Side Of Hawk Point Road

Where I’m Pulled Over In My Car

To Watch Him Feed In The Evening Light

While I Get Out A Pen

To Write On A Paper Napkin

From My Purse

THE ROBIN

The Hawk Kitchen 6:25pm

Oh!  Did I startle Him —

that Miracle of Life

singing so heartily

from His top branch

of scrub spruce — ?

THE OPPOSITE OF DEPRESSION (no, it’s not Mania)

The Hawk Portico 5:03pm

I thrive on The Sounds

of The Birds

especially when I hear

nothing else

but the not-so-far-off shore

of Hawk Inlet

I am released

of all other

concerns

I live through the countless calls

of Avian Wildlife

singing into My Cells

regenerating

My Issuance

of Life

MY SONG

The Hawk Portico 4:08pm

I have sung a song

of birdsong

with the splutter of The Grackle

the warble of The Flicker

the squawk of The Jay —

numerous calls go unidentified

but are backed up

by The Willet, Crow and Gull

All to My Hamlet

by My Favourite Sea

where I live out My Rhythm

with The Little Chickadee

INTEGRATION

The Hawk Outpost 9:41am

I am standing in The Light

of Our Decorated Star

squinting My Eyes

against Its Brightness

The Glass Door is open

not to let Me out

but to let The Song

of The Morning Birds

Culminate