The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:34pm
I have found happiness
in the stillness of the air
I have found happiness
in the songs of the birds
I have found happiness
in the company of cats
& with a sleeping husband
I have found
that I am
whole
The Hawk Back Yard 2:20pm
Birds are like Stars
moving together in a swath
according to One Another
Their Blurred Wings
spread the illumination
Their Bodies carry
the vivid spectacle
of form out of reach
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:53am
Again My Sky is opalescent
framed within the window
of My Sliding Glass Door
I can hear the morning birds
the cats are quiet
coffee is ready to pour
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
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:40pm
I can hear Nova Scotia
in the song of the birds
on the convolutions of the wind
breezing through My Screen
Yes, I am screened in —
I live a life for God
by Her Design
I am laden
with My Perfect
Responsibility
meshing with the object
of My Deepest Wish
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:20pm
I Have A Gull
Who Knows His Place
He Sits, raw
on My Right Middle Finger
a chunk of amethyst
bought Myself
next to My Included Refinement
bought Myself
He gets thrown hunks
of out-dated bread
from My Left Hand Fingers
dead-weighted with the diamonds
of marital promise
swallowed whole
while holding His Ground
The Hawk Kitchen 10:00am
Last Night I watched
A Crow sidling up
to some bread I had thrown
but before He got there
A Grackle came clucking around
& The Crow moved off
three steps back
to allow The Grackle
first peck
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:51pm
My Outpost Window
is open to The Sea
screened against
moths & bugs I see
The Ocean framed
by The Upright Rectangle
of sliding glass
pushed up & open
to afford My Dream
treasured with The Song
of Birds
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:17am
Out on My Deck, briefly
to assess The Silver Sea
as I stood on a mat of rope
A Humming Bird came to Me —
was it My Fuchsia Pyjama Top
which prompted saying “Hi”?
Or was He alerting Me
to The Importance of My Day
before He said “Good-bye”?
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:21am
I See Silver
On The Ocean
‘neath An Opalescent Sky
One Fishing Boat
Sits Along The Horizon
A Gull & Crow
& Smaller Fry
Fly By
& By
Joanna Gilman Hyde 