The Hawk Living Room 12:15 pm
I have had an undulating vision —
a purple cave-like opening
dressed in Golden Fray
–
This moving Mountain-like form
contained not the thought
of The Little Man
but His Essence
–
It pulsated at Me
slowly
pushing from behind My Eyes
& returned Him
to Me
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:15am
Nobody knew how much
I longed for Those Pet Store Love Birds
except My Mother
as I begged Her to buy Them
for forty dollars in 1970
I had My Heart Set On Them:
all She said was
What If One of Them Dies?
–
8:35am
Two Years Ago We Awoke
to Our First Morning Here On The Hawk
It seems so long ago
I can’t remember:
was it The Still, Glittering Day
We are having Now
with Our First Cup of Coffee in Bed
& Our Second on The Deck?
Or was I frantically unpacking?
I can’t remember
The Hawk Deck 5:30
Fall Has Risen
as I sit on The Breezy Deck
in 16 degrees Celsius
having, rejoicing
in My Brain’s Capacity
To See The Future
& To See The Future
in physical terms
I am no longer waiting
I am @ The Time of Arrival
Landing
On My Solid Ground
of ambiguity
The End of Summer
is crystallizing into
The Newness of Fall
–
Thunder is in The Forecast
& My Red Deck Chair
is already wet
this morning
–
The Second Pot of Coffee is on
& I feel The Beginning
of September
–
The Sky Scape reaches out
over The Horizon
purple & gold
however strong
The Waves have died down now
cats are quarrelling
I am ready to Annunciate My Self
to become, to say
I am whatever You want
Me to be —
I can fill any role
but know that within My Role
& Yours
I am true
I am true to My Self
I am true to The World
& We will go farther
than far
together
Joanna Gilman Hyde 