Haiku For The Afternoon
The Hawk Portico 3:38pm
Atop The High Wire
He Preened, My Dearest Blue Jay
Turning Up His Cap
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The Hawk Deck 11:11am
Oh Little Bird What
Is That Song You Sing —
Are You The Voice
Of Liquid Silver
Out Beyond The Scrub Spruce
Out To The Slow Breakers
Catching The Light
Of White Sun?
Barrington Passage, NS 7:45pm
What Rings True Above
The Din Of Busy Traffic?
Truth Behind Bird Song
The Hawk Window Seat 2:22pm
When Next I Saw
The Blue Jay
I Saw That It Was He
Sitting High Upon A Wire
Readying For Flight
To A Far Off Place
Where He Would Stay
With Me
Forever
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:15pm
Sun Across The Lawn
Like An Ember In Evening
A Robin’s Breast Glows
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
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!
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
The Hawk Glass Table 3:00pm
Clear Squawk Of The Jay
Calls Me To My Infancy
His Nestlings Are Safe?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 