The Hawk Family Room 3:50pm
I follow A Digital Signal, Sign
first seen stuck on a banana peel
a square black & white intricacy
a computer tag for scanning
(My Daughter assures Me)
seen today blown up
on a floor to ceiling disaster-relief poster
at The Canadian Red Cross
lending unit
where I helped My Ex-Mother-In-Law
borrow supplies
for Her Husband’s Hospital Homecoming
tomorrow
when Dr Wilson says Mo
can be released
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
WHO IS GOD?
We Are God
WHAT IS GOD?
We Are God
WHERE IS GOD?
Here Is God
WHERE?
Here!
WHERE?
Here!!
WHERE?!
Hear!!!
The Hawk Deck 12:30pm
Imma gonna turn
dis worl inside
out
dem stars is black
‘ginst d’ white
an Imma
wearin’
Ma Gym Cloze
an Red Kicks
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:55pm
I am dressing in White
these days
to go with the White Trucks
I’m seeing all over the place
a new phase
Black Jesus is out
The White of nonreflective Light
is what I carry
The White of newness
not day light
but The White
of emersion
–NO–
emergence
The Hawk Deck 11:15am
Anger is Our Most Passionate Emotion
seething or simmering — It must
be confronted
It must be addressed
It cannot be brushed aside
or “managed”
like the tell-tale
LOVE
We have all known
The Hawk West Desk Window 2:25pm
My Ultra-vision is Silver
even in a sudden black-out
on a Saturday Afternoon
with dinner guests scheduled to arrive
@ 6:00
I have polished the salt shaker
but not the candelabra
I have set the table
with My Mother’s Silverware
— The Dish, Chicken Polenta, is prepared —
— just has to bake —
when & if My Electric Oven
turns on
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
On the Indistinction of the One and the
Exclusion of the Good in Meister Eckhart
“I Am The Child —
Big Black Book Upon My Lap
A Smattering Of The Universe
Bespotting This Page
Of Lights
From My Diamond Rings”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:47pm
Joanna Gilman Hyde 