The Hawk Outpost 5:15pm
A Springtime Haze
lies East over the water
— I will not be seeing
The Ocean this evening —
but I have just seen
A Flock Of Six Geese
— at least I think
They were Geese —
flying along the shore
against The Light
of The Sun
in transit
The Hawk Queen Bed 11:40am
Do We Own The Peepers
In Our Muskrat Pond?
Do We Own The Birds
Upon Our Lawn?
–
The Mourning Dove Upon A Wire
Is In My View
And My Desire
–
I May Claim The Waves
In My Broad Reach
And Walk Along Their Salty Beach
–
Yet All I Love
In What Surrounds
Holds Me Close
Within Its Bounds
The Hawk Portico 1:57pm
Birdsong is The Sound of Life
with Ocean as a backdrop
I sit in Sanctuary
The End To Strife
and wait Here
for The World to Stop
The Hawk Deck NOON
The Vista Of My Mind
is an endless one —
There Is No Horizon
I am emanating
The Juice Of Life
I have come This Far
to regulate
to undulate
to populate
and I will stay Here
until The Chickadee
calls Me
Home
The Hawk Deck 11:27am
The Morning is Alive
with Birdsong
I can’t identify
except for The Chickadees
& Jays
I Am Here Today
Today
Today
The Hawk Window Seat 2:44pm
I Took My Shower
@ 2:22
I Was in There
For Untold Minutes, Hours, Days
I Am Still There
Rubbing My Eyes
Like A Child
Who Sees The Spray
Of The Universe
The Hawk Corner Room 12:55pm
The Gulls Glint Silver
The Crows Are Silhouettes
I Look Out To The Hazy Blue Horizon
& Watch The Birds
As Symbols
Embedded In My Life
Of Perfection
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:30am
Oh Beautiful Bird
You Are A Song
To Me
Your Fair Mimicry
Has Shaped My Life
And I Carry Your Love
On A Silver Platter
Out Into The World
So That It, Too
May Receive The Grace
Of Your Delicate
Truth
The Hawk En-suit Bathroom 1:22pm
Eye-level to Me
as I stand before
My Bathroom Window
is The Full Curve
of The Hawk Beach
and to The East
The Full Ocean —
looking down upon
My Yard
I see My Carved-out Drive
full of snow
and The Occasional Crow
flying by
Joanna Gilman Hyde 