The Hawk Kitchen 6:30pm
Scarlet Scarlet Berries
outside My back kitchen door
hit with evening sun
comfort Me as I devour
My Daughter’s Pumpkin Pudding —
My beloved Astro caught A Little Bird
thanks to Me
tossing out a banana peel
along the backyard hedge
even after I asked My Self
If All Those Little Birds
could be gone
The Hawk Kitchen 4:47pm
The Sky around here
is so dramatic:
The Heavy Greys
of low-lying Clouds
move across The View
out My Sliding Glass Doors
with The Sun hitting Their Layers
— The Clouds, not The Doors —
while I sit on A Cat’s Ottoman
in My Pretty But Humble
Kitchen
watching
A Gull pass over
illuminated in Silver
The Hawk Corner Room 1:05pm
I take care of A Doctor:
I bring Him His Coffee
upon waking
I wash His Silver Hair
@ 8:00
I bring His Cereal
to The Computer
I kiss Him
upon leaving
–
When He’s home sick
I take The Phone out of The Bedroom
I feed The Cats
I station My Self in The House
or out on The Deck in fair weather
to check on Him
to see if He’s still asleep
or if He wants Anything
The Hawk Deck 9:03am
This has been The Place
of My Full Recovery
from My Mother’s Death
of more than Twenty Years
This is The Place of My Happiness and Joy
with Molten Silver on The Sea
Bird Life, Cat Life
My Life and My Husband’s
–
The Hawk Living Room Window 4:43pm
My Serenity Level
cannot be measured
there is no equipment
like The Blood Sugar Thing
there is only The Sun
streaming in over Me
as I sit on the end
of The Tomato-coloured Couch
with The Window open
airing in The Waves
from The Southern Tip
of The Hawk
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:03am
I’ll never tire
of picking up Galaxies
of dust & cat hair
inside My House
My Right Hand is The Perfect Tool
& The Waste Basket
The Perfect Receptacle
The Hawk Kitchen 4:53pm
From My Kitchen Window
I Can See Clearly
The Blue Horizon
Straight & Firm
Like A Swath Of Fortification
Substantiating My Existence
While Hunter Feeds The Cats
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:20pm
I Am Wearing My Witch’s Robe
Coloured Purple Velour
With Black Stitching
Repairing A Hole
Made By My Black Cat Astro
Once When I Cuddled Him
On My Lap
The Hawk Deck 8:51am
The Sea is liquid silver
in these early morning hours
I take solace in The Surf
to The North of where I sit
soaking in a last day of summer
with birds abuzz & cats
stirring on The Deck
The Hawk Deck 10:35am
I bit into My Morning Apple
and bit into The Fall
Eliza’s off to school next week
and I will be alone with Hunter
The Cats
and breezy lines of wash
The Hawk Deck 10:26am
Unlike The Indoor Cat
Who contemplates going out
and goes
but not for long
I have arrived at My Fate
and will stay here
in any kind of weather
because I’ve seen It coming
I’ve felt the pull of ecstasy
I am Set Up
to receive It
Open Armed
Open Legged
Joanna Gilman Hyde 