The Hawk Queen Bed 7:14pm
“This Little Piggy Went To Market —
He was killed humanely
This Little Piggy Stayed Home
He watched TV with The Dog
This Little Piggy Ate Roast Beef
He didn’t like what He saw on Food Inc
This Little Piggy Had None
He was vegetarian
And This Little Piggy Went Wee Wee Wee
All The Way Home —
peeing in His pants”
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:05pm
Tonight We’re having a dinner party
for My Two Children
My Daughter’s Boyfriend
and a tree-planting friend
I haven’t met.
The Table is set
with Silver and a new package
of steak knives.
I am wearing a new top
bought with Eliza in Yarmouth —
it’s the colour
of Chamomile Tea
drunk from one surviving mug
of My Grandmother’s
served for My Tea
with milk and sugar
after ballet lessons
The Hawk Front Yard 10:20am
I have a rose bush
planted for a life
of the sibling to My Children
never seen except
encased by an ultra-sound screen
when He/She was declared
too small
and I had to wait a week
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:51am
I stood bare-footed beside My Rose
above It, twice
and first I heard a Blue Jay
and second My Mother’s Chickadee
and as I looked at the numerous blossoms
I heard the surf of The Cape
and reveled in the fog droplets
upon the fertilized leaves
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:16pm
I have planted My First Rose Bush
“Knock-out Pink”
under Our New Sign saying The Blairs
in iridescent white
printed with a Blue Jay —
Chicken Polenta is made for The Kids
and can be baked anytime
and We’ve been invited to Their Grandfather’s
Memorial Service Friday Afternoon —
tomorrow night My Tree-planting Darlings
and one Mexican Collie
are to be collected
from the airport four hours away
and I will be making ham sandwiches
to take
and a Duncan Hines carrot cake
fortified with chopped pecans
just to have on hand
The Hawk Beach 7:50pm
Last night I saw one sizeable sand castle
with a tunnel and moat and bridge —
tonight one hump of it
and the bridge of wood
remain —
farther along The Hawk Beach
an additional creation is ringed
with blue and purple mussel shells
sporting crab claws and sea gull feathers
and a third,
also from last night,
sets unscathed
with pink crab shells adorning
each of its four turrets
The Hawk Beach 2:57pm
My Father never had Me
or when He did
He pimped Me off
or felt the need
to collect Me from sleepless
hotel rooms —
His Best Hope for Me
(My Brother He had given up on)
was to say,
“You are in ‘Recovery'”
Well — if He could see Me NOW
down by The Guzzle
in The South Wind of July
sitting in The Sand of My Achievement
He might come down from Heaven
or where ever He ended up
and shake My Hand
and send Me on My Way
The Hawk Deck 10:01am
As A Child
the call of The Wild Blue Jay
signified to Me
I had My Whole Life Ahead —
when I hear Him now
I am informed:
“Joanna, You have
Your Whole Life
Bestowed”
The Hawk Portico 5:04pm
While waiting for My Tea to steep
I watched a girl doing cartwheels
and walk-overs
in a neighbouring yard
— I did them too —
immediately upon arrival at My Grandparents’
extensive lawn in Jordan Bay
and when My Tea was ready
the girl climbed into a big grey truck
and was gone
Joanna Gilman Hyde 