The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm
After unpacking the 3-day weekend contents
of My 20 Million Meter Sports Bag
used for the first time
I put on an orange plastic
Party Bracelet
packed but never worn
and watched It make rainbows
on the toilet seat cover
when I threw away
a clump of cat hair
The Hawk Queen Bed 2:45pm
Here I am on The Hawk Queen Bed
with Hunter, The Cats
and The Birds through the windows —
I can hear The Surf, distantly
and the fog has cleared
leaving rays of light
on My Wadded Up Bathrobe
set aside
The Tomato-coloured Couch 12:33pm
EYE stood in the doorway
of My Hawk Living Room
and watched a magical wisp of conglomerated
cat hair
float down
into the light
of My Open Palm
and in that moment
I held The Power
of The Universe
Eliza’s Room 8:11pm
I go to bed at eight o’clock
like a child
back to My Daughter’s Lavender Room
so as not be awakened
before dawn
by various
cats
wanting to be let out
and back in
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:38pm
I understand the comfort
of holding & hugging
A 22lb Black Cat
on My Lap — I can hug Him
& leak out My Heart
into Him
& not worry about
being a burden
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:30pm
Eye see the blush of sky
over The Atlantic
w/ The Moon above
the deer’s abandoned carrots —
the cats are out
& the deer are below
packed in the scrub spruce —
oh! Eye see one, two, three
down in the bog
camouflaged
contemplating a return
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:45pm
I’ve done enough
of sweeping up galaxies —
it’s an endless task
organizing, compiling known particles
of cat hair, cat food crumbs
specks of kitty litter, the occasional claw point
not to mention Heaven’s Dust
heavy in My House —
“Out Damn Spot!”
The Hawk Living Room 8:30pm
The Time has Come
to write of My Floor
My Platform of The Universe
laid out like a sea
The Foundation of My Living Room –
I come downstairs
seeing It from above
to pick up stray galaxies
of cat hair bundles
— maybe only one or two —
along the vast expanse
of My Extreme Meanderings
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:22am
No rowing today
It’s snowing & I prefer
to keep My Feet up
with a scraggly cat by My Side
looking out to My Beloved
scraggly apple, scrub spruce
complete with the occasional crow
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:45am
A golden band of sun
greets Me over this dark sea
I am just up
from an adequate sleep
ready to make the coffee
& let out a cat
or two
Joanna Gilman Hyde 