MOMENTARY VIEW
The Hawk Kitchen NOON
Handsome Jay Atop
Weathered Newel Post Just For Me
Deepest Close-up Blues
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The Hawk Kitchen NOON
Handsome Jay Atop
Weathered Newel Post Just For Me
Deepest Close-up Blues
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 Hawk Kitchen 6:25pm
Oh! Did I startle Him —
that Miracle of Life
singing so heartily
from His top branch
of scrub spruce — ?
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
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
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
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:57pm
Tonight I had to throw out
Our entire supper of fish
to the gulls and crows
— it was tainted —
and then in a fit
of generosity
I threw out Our bread
best by today
and three English muffins
dated March 18th
The Hawk Portico 3:15pm
I am like a Big Italian Woman
leaning on bare elbows
out an open window
surveying Her Neighbourhood —
does She hear The Birds
as She nods to Her Neighbours
& watches Children on bicycles?
The Hawk Outpost 10:26am
I Lift My Life Glass
To The Silver On The Water
& Watch As One Gull Flies By
Within The Breadth Of A Dappling
Of Cloud
A Fishing Boat On The Horizon
Shimmers In The Mix
Of My Sea
& Sky
&
I
Drink
The Hawk Deck 10:46am
I’m on The Knife Edge Of Happiness
I could whine & have My Doctor Husband
stay home from work
with Me
but We would only talk
circuitously
I would still hear the birds
only through My anxious
stomach
Joanna Gilman Hyde 