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 Corner Room 1:10pm
My Bed is laid
with The Quilt of Purple Ripples
under an array
of framed memorabilia
in Eliza’s Room
while She is away
messing about in boats
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:20pm
I knew a daughter once
with long thick wavy hair
dark
Who couldn’t speak
except to yell
a guttural cry
in any public place —
Her Mother named Her Winter
& told Me a doctor said
at the snowy October birth
“Either You’re going to die
or Your Baby will”
The Hawk Kitchen 9:30am
Yesterday I put on a play
for My Husband —
I dressed in Eliza’s Black Satin Robe
& My World Trade Center Earrings
took My Wedding Rings Off
& declared to WHB
that He houses
The Most Dangerous Woman In The World —
then the gold and silver pin holding My Robe
exploded off Me
causing Me to change
into My Silver Grey
with Earrings of Dangling Gold
from Africa
& rhinestone bracelet:
a bauble of The Earth
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:15pm
Together We watched a purple sky
as evening fell
upon Our Christmas Dinner —
on Our way back
from Barrington
to pick up an ice pack
for Her trip south
We watched, together
the cradle of The Moon
falling into
a blackened sea
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
from Collective Soul:
“Live & Let Your Light
Shine Down”
or is that
“Heaven, Let Your Light
Shine Down”
on My Daughter
headed
for
Miami?
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
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:00pm
In December 1970 I wanted to possess
badly wanted
A Pair Of Love Birds
green & red —
sitting so close
in the local pet store
I had My nine-year-old heart set
on Them & cried to My Mother
that I had to have Them
to which She replied, “Joge, what if One Of Them
dies?”
Instead, on Christmas Morning I found
a beautiful Indian Ring Neck Parakeet
but He died That Day
at the bottom of His Golden Cage
& destroyed
My ability to see
The Singularity Of God
The Hawk Living Room 1:28pm
One Weekend in Early November
My Daughter decided
to quit school
— finishing out the semester of course —
to go to Florida
to work on a boat
— the powering kind —
She wrote a to-do list
blended up an avocado smoothie
for Me to taste
& That was That
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:30pm
I am That Infant
born of Childhood Playmates
Who should never have married
carried in the arms
of Dr Albert Schweitzer
forever held in a black & white photograph
hanging in The Dining Room
of Dr W Hunter Blair
Joanna Gilman Hyde 