Eye watched The Moon
escape The Clouds —
the veil of its delicate
clip
to be released
above My Bowl of pink
and gold beneath
the accent of its reach —
only to disappear amidst
the haze of upper
streak
Eliza’s Room 9:1pm
From the kitchen
there’s a pink cloud over
The Scraggly Apple
and from upstairs
in Eliza’s Room
The Same Pink Cloud
is stretched along the beach
beyond the wooded scrub spruce
in preparation
for My Good-Night
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:55pm
The Moon said Hello
to Me as soon as I looked
He lit up My Clouds
The Hawk Outpost 8:06am
A New Day is upon Us
and A New Year
bespoken by the clouds
rippling above a line
of peach
telling Us We’re in
The Clear
The Hawk Outpost 10:40pm
Oh How I Love
My Silver Sky
Layer Upon Layer
Of Molten Cloud
Out Over The Ocean —
But This Sky
Is So Great
The Ocean Acts
As A Liquid Foundation
To The Marvel Of The Heights
The Hawk Kitchen 5:00pm
I Pledge Allegiance
To One Fat Cloud
Watched Out My Kitchen Window
Until It Shrinks From A Golden Swath
Into A Fluff Of Grey
and I lose it
The Hawk Corner Room 3:53pm
I was That Pouty Child
stomping Her Left Foot
when She couldn’t see
G-O-D written in The Sky
–
Forty-five years later I am
looking at The Clouds
billowing behind streams of flurries
out over The Ocean
when the notion of God
is no longer literal
The Call of The Jay
is of My Childhood
but Here It Comes
with A View of The Atlantic
–
I have angled My Chair
to fit This Ocean:
a solid blue swath
merging with spruce
punctuated with birds
& topped by cumulus cloud
I see The Pink Cloud
that spawned Me
easing its way over
the salty horizon
Oh — now it’s grey
& I’m in The Latter Half
of My Existence
here on Earth
where I can log
& watch
The Sky
Joanna Gilman Hyde 