The Hawk Deck 11:00am
I have turned into
a religious figure
dressed in purple robe
& sun hat
holding My mauve & gold
Journal
on My Knee
I hear the birds
a lawn mower
& write
of The Solace
I seek for Others
Who may share
My View
of The Internal God
The Hawk Deck 10:22am
Can You believe Me Now —
Do You believe Me Now —
Twenty Years after The Shower Of Lights
that I Am God
from Inside
No, I am not The External God
The Man in The Sky
I Am My Own Boss
with The Meaning of Life
under My Belt
A Wilson’s Warbler singing His Song
out to Me
from The Scraggly Apple
Can You, Could You, Believe Me Now?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:30pm
That Bird with the sweetest trill
receives The Perfect Mate —
even Crows are treated fairly
with Their Devoted Followers —
The Bird World Works
& has worked for Millennia —
Shouldn’t Ours?
The Hawk Portico 2:42pm
Do Birds Know
the higher up They go
above the tree tops
the better Their cries will carry?
Or when They are in open air
between the trees
like The Crows & Grackles
squabbling today
over what?
Nesting Rights
or small fry?
The Hawk Deck 10:05am
There may be only so much
I can write about birds
bird life & song
the lull of the waves
has made Me strong
but I must wait
for the outcome
of a medical concern
involving My Children’s Grandfather
The Hawk West Desk Window 2:11pm
I just put a couple of month-and-a-half old
English Muffins
torn up, out for The Gulls
Who squawked & swooped upon the feed
immediately
getting bulges in Their Gullets
while I got a pang
of wishing I had more —
Oh! I do!
The Remainder of a loaf of Newfoundland Bread
which I dumped in the wet grass
but for some reason didn’t tear up the over-sized slices
& The Gulls had to compete with The Crows
Who could fly away with a whole piece
and not drop it
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:00pm
I perceived The Little Yellow Bird again
in The Scraggly Apple
& He Tweeted — what did He Tweet to Me
before My Daughter called to ask
if I could find Her Horse Binder
(She’s trying to sell Her Horse)
Did That Little Yellow Bird Tell Me
He’s sick of all this New Age Shit
about feebleness conquering strength
about Our New Era
when “God” is (finally?) questioned
when Humanity is being examined
when The Global Financial Picture is a blur
— but still no answers —
nothing concrete
so came The Little Bird Tweet
Joanna Gilman Hyde 