The Hawk Corner Room, Home of My Globe 8:11pm
I have landed on Alert
True North
to make My Proclamation
that santa claus is Poison —
santa & his elves & raindeer
& mrs clause too
need to be wiped off
The Face of This Planet —
This Planet which is My Face
I will dedicate My Life
to The Restoration
of Children’s Minds
The Hawk Kitchen 9:38am
I have My Kitchen Witch —
It’s a hand-carved, hand-painted Blue Jay
fat, sitting by My Sink Window
looking out
watching over Me
while I make
egg plant parmesan
The Hawk Living Room 12:34pm
When I learned to walk
in Africa
I stooped over
& squatted
in The Sands of Gabon
to pick up spiral shells
to lift into
My Mother’s
View
The Hawk Outpost 5:00pm
I am wearing
the colours
of sea & sky
meshed with The Silver
in My Heart
& Mind
I am moving with the clouds
of mauve
in the late afternoon light
of My Retirement
from Babyhood
into The Child’s Place
of wonder
Eliza’s Room 2:30pm
I live in a lavender room
where I have pulled up
the curtain against a backdrop
of rolling waves
and scrub spruce tree tops
above a painted chest
housing My Mother’s Childhood Diaries
I am sanctified
in My Daughter’s Room
where The Out-stretched Quilt
of rippling bands of purple
spreads Itself beneath two walls
of My World Trade Center Rooftop Painting
titled Self Organizing Galaxy
and beneath My Signature
in three-foot-high letters
coloured Black
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:03am
I dreamt I was dressed
in a Santa Claus dress
inside a forum of people —
I had the floor
and addressed the crowd
by emphatically stating
“It’s OK for adults to dress up
but Children should never be
lied to.”
The Hawk Window Seat 12:22pm
I have put up
a sheer lavender curtain
— one that Eliza didn’t like —
in Her vacated lavender room
now to be used for Guests
Who may never come
— the curtain has purple carnations
scattered across it
without obscuring the view
of rolling surf beyond
The Hawk Kitchen 10:15am
I stood like Lolita
in one gym sock
at the head of the stairs
while WHB informed Me
the eye doctor
found nothing wrong
& that I just have to live
with seeing My Aura
which is My Halo
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:00pm
I stood in a corner
beside The Photograph
of Dr Schweitzer holding Me
& chanted out for The World to witness
“I Stand For Silver”
“I Stand For Silver”
“I Stand — For Silver”
I chanted & chanted
until I could chant
no more
& became The Petulant Child —
now there lies
a cat
where My Feet were planted
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:45pm
I see forever
the image of My Mother’s Morning
of Her standing
on the furnace grate
beside the windows in the kitchen
of The Valley Cottage House
She made oatmeal for Howard
& Me
& ate Her’s
with a wooden spoon
out of the stuck oatmeal pot
with forced air from the furnace
billowing up Her Nightgown
Joanna Gilman Hyde 