The Hawk West Desk Window 9:38pm
He lay flat out
My Longest Cat
black before The Window
of The Sun having
gone
The Hawk Queen Bed 2:53pm
I saw A Silver Star
glinting in My Yard
It told Me I’ve done well
not telling will be hard
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:11pm
I just saw A Star
of red
against a sky
of cloud
It came at a specific thought
when I wondered
if I had said
— oh what was that?
if I had said —
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:05pm
I am living every woman’s dream
with 2 handsome husbands
& a lover in the wings —
I can make bread pudding
to save the birds from My Cooking
I can sit in My Grandmother’s Wrought Iron Chair
to look at The Sea,
My Pristine Blue Horizon
& remember what She said when I was a child:
“Someday Joge, You are going to make some man
very happy”
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:27am
Silver streaks the water and sky
I have dreamt of a lullaby
The Sun is like a pearl of cloud
caught enmeshed in the ocean’s shroud
All I want is within My Reach
a home on the shores
of a magnificent beach
Content am I to be here with My Love
of pets, of place, of men above
I am not alone, I am free to say
whatever Truth may come today
Yes, The Silver Streaks are My Guide
I will shoulder Their Eminence
for The Song of My Life
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:38pm
I am going to be taught to knit
A Shield Of Honour
carried out by A Big Black X
across the length X width
with a reflective grey diamond
in the center
& A Red Eye
glaring out
like A Serpent’s
Pupil
June 15, 2015 The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:51pm
The Gulls are glinting
in The Longest Sun
& I have written
of My Longest Psalm
He is not to expect
what arrived ago
by a magic number
I now forego
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:40pm
I can hear Nova Scotia
in the song of the birds
on the convolutions of the wind
breezing through My Screen
Yes, I am screened in —
I live a life for God
by Her Design
I am laden
with My Perfect
Responsibility
meshing with the object
of My Deepest Wish
The Hawk Kitchen 5:15pm
I have My Purple Toes
in My Silver Sandals
I can look down
on Them & pretend
I am in The Sky
or perched in a tree
Living The Life
of an On-high
Observer
Joanna Gilman Hyde 