The Hawk Deck 7:47pm
All That I Have Lived For
Is Wrapped Up In This Moment
As I Am Wrapped In My Heavy Grey Bathrobe
With The Spears Of Light Forever Above Me
And All Down Around Me
How Have I Gotten This Far?
Through A Child’s Adoration Of A Pair
Of Love Birds To A Mother’s Love
Of Her Dearest 2.4’s
The Evening Light Is Upon The East
Illuminating The Scrub Spruce Forest
And I Have Come This Far
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:38pm
A Black-headed Gull
blown in from the storm
circled over Me
as I threw
bits of bread
on the newly cut lawn
He landed beside Me
for probably the first
square meal
He’s had since
He was carried to Us
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:53pm
He was A Starling
innocent and frightened
by My Maniacal Driving
swooping into His Flock
He hit the front of My Car —
on My Way Back from picking up a pizza
yes, pizza!
He lay in the middle of the road
The Hawk Deck NOON
Do Birds Ever get Their Calls
Mixed Up
& Sing To The Wrong Mate?
The Hawk Deck 12:22pm
What makes a songbird sing?
What life force bursts forth
through every tune?
Is it a call to a mate
or simply the sound
of a beautiful morning?
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:26am
Sliding My Glass Door
Bird Song Carries Me Aloft
Yellow Bird’s Clear Ring
The Hawk Deck 1:25pm
I have moved away
from My Childhood
into the backyard
of Maturity
where birds occupy My Attention
& a southerly breeze ruffles the hedge
behind My House
I look to The Sea
while The Indoor Cat
— an older one —
briefly visits
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:55pm
Who gave Me This Life
where I can write
poetry all day
& look out the windows —
Who gave Me This Place
filled with birds
& house dust
lint balls I don’t have
to examine to see
They’re nothing more
than Galaxies —
Who gave Me This Start
out of the ebb
of hospitalizations
straddled between
two husbands, a dead mother
& The Love Of A Puny Man
I somehow see
as Heroic?
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:17am
The Chickadee is of The Spirit —
My Sweet Departed Mom
The Jay is of My Flesh & Bone
The Colour of Broad Daylight —
My Contemporary Love
The Hawk Living Room 6:15pm
I stand at the screened-in window
higher than The Child I am
listening to two sounds
I Love:
I Love The Birds & I Love The Waves
am I being too simplistic?
Bird Life here on The Hawk
& the rhythm of surrounding Ocean
Feed Me
Sustain Me
Nourish Me
I Am Growing Up
in a small paradise
Joanna Gilman Hyde 