The Hawk West Desk Window 10:11pm
In a dim-lit windowless room
of Planned Parenthood
I must have signed My Life
away —
I say Must
because I do not remember
The Signature —
I say Life
because It was
Mine
I suddenly feel older
by more than the fifteen years
since I dolefully reclined
in a wicker chaise longue
on the screened-in porch
built by My First Husband
— a porch sought for My Sanity —
yet used so briefly
I wonder how I remember it at all
–
This Deck I’m on now
in My Maturity
is an outpost for reverence
of All My Surroundings
occupied daily in good weather
and always in Good Mind:
I am healed now
— I long for nothing —
and have grown up
into The Full Observer
I was as The Child
Joanna Gilman Hyde 