The Hawk Kitchen 6:30
I AM A WOMAN
with thick curly hair
blond in The Sun
I live on The South West Shore
of Nova Scotia
I have a 22 lb Black Cat
I Love
I Love The World
I Love My Self
I Love My Husbands
I Love My Telepathic Partner
I Love My Children
ALL THREE OF THEM
The Hawk Kitchen 1:22pm
When I reach for My Life Glass
I am reaching for My Past
My Future
I am reaching for My Laundry Basket
My Plate of Lunch for My Husband
I am reaching for The Love
of My Life
& I am reaching
for The Fluidity
of My Grace
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 Tomato-coloured Couch 12:50pm
It started in The Shower
last fall
against the white
bathroom stall
& then I started seeing
It against the white
dishwasher in My Kitchen
I even carried It
into Sobey’s
one night while Hunter
waited in the car
I saw It again last night
& watched It circle My Head
in The Mirror of My All
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:27pm
The Sun beams in on Me
through My Psychotic Haze
subsided — I no longer
hear songs on the radio
as messages to Me Alone
I no longer see blazing signs
of futuristic Life & Love
My Halo has vanished
I am “settled” now —
a word the hospital used —
I even heard & saw
A Lone Goose fly overhead
while I shovelled off
the paltry snow
from the front steps —
there too in The Sun —
& The Goose
carried no significance
other than He
must be lost
while I am found
Joanna Gilman Hyde 