The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:22pm
My Husband names Me
“Artist In Residence”
and here I am
with My Cherry Slippers
and pen in hand
fabricating heads
and learning how to knit
drinking de-caf with cream
and thanking God
(and My Mother)
on My Knees
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:15pm
I am bound to make A Silver Head
of My Handsome Lovely Husband
I will stand inside My Seaside Kitchen
& turn The Clay to Gold
I will stand before My Model
& pick A Price to shout out loud
I will work with all My New-bought Tools
before He turns too old
The Hawk Kitchen 7:20pm
Who wants a stodgy
old bronze bust
when You could have
My Husband’s Beautiful Head
in A Splash Of Silver
from Out Of This World?
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:05pm
I am living every woman’s dream
with 2 handsome husbands
& a lover in the wings —
I can make bread pudding
to save the birds from My Cooking
I can sit in My Grandmother’s Wrought Iron Chair
to look at The Sea,
My Pristine Blue Horizon
& remember what She said when I was a child:
“Someday Joge, You are going to make some man
very happy”
The Hawk Deck 10:22am
Every Wave that crashes
goes through Me like a shot
invigorating My Cell Collection
so that I may never stop
They form the background
for The Birds Who sing
all My Favourite Songs
Together Our Surf & Flight
compel Me to belong
June 18, 2015 The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:52pm
abandoned on shore
sandy pink sucky thing — dropped
detritus of youth
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:00am
Outpost Window
Deck
Dewy Grass
Bamboo Hedge
Misty Scrub Spruce
Blinding Silver
Wispy Sky
–
After-image
in The Blink
of Florescent Green
The Hawk Kitchen 5:15pm
I have My Purple Toes
in My Silver Sandals
I can look down
on Them & pretend
I am in The Sky
or perched in a tree
Living The Life
of an On-high
Observer
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:20pm
I Have A Gull
Who Knows His Place
He Sits, raw
on My Right Middle Finger
a chunk of amethyst
bought Myself
next to My Included Refinement
bought Myself
He gets thrown hunks
of out-dated bread
from My Left Hand Fingers
dead-weighted with the diamonds
of marital promise
swallowed whole
while holding His Ground
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:25pm
The Scrub Spruce deserve
a sketch w/ The Evening Sun
upon Their barren branches
fringed along the bottom
by a hedgerow of new bamboo
& topped above by the blue
of sea and sky
I’ve grown to love
The Scrub Spruce
to call It My Own
as It surrounds My Picture
— makes It —
out My Kitchen Window
Joanna Gilman Hyde 