The Hawk Corner Room 5:30pm
Years ago I was housed
in a big white living room
— a doctor’s quarters —
over-looking a busy highway
— too busy for Me —
as I lay on a long white couch
for the day, or weeks even
in My Transition from hospital stays
to this room, The Room Of My Arrival
here on The Hawk
with a big wide window
over-looking
the sustaining ocean
of Survival
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
Oh sweet rhythm of The Sea
how You bathe The Right Side Of Me
in Your Effervescence
coming through My Shaded Window
and to My Left, I have My Husband
and He is My Husband
with His Hand holding Mine
and the table light out
so I can listen to You
in The Dark
The Hawk West Desk Window 2:22pm
I have given up, for now
My Old Silver Towel
in-which I buried My Face
My Darkest Secrets
to smell instead
The Comfort Of Clean Gold —
My New Robe
Of Contentment
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:22pm
When I go to bed
I’m up in a Tree House
with the wind @ My Head
& the sloping ceiling
wafting over Me
like a Tent
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:11pm
Nearly every morning
I gear up for My 4,000 Metre Row
on My Concept 2 Rowing Machine
with computerized clock:
My Columbia Shell Shorts
Sportex Sports Bra
Joe Fresh Sleeveless Grey Under-shirt
Anklet Sox from Eliza
& Old Nike Sneakers
make Me —
into The Basement I go
to put Classic Vocal Trance
on The Hulk (My Husband’s biggest computer)
& warm up with four rounds each
of personal exercises
I wipe down the C2 bar
on-which the seat slides
& strap My Self into the foot rests
I pull the handles
& focus My Vision on the in-out motion
of the chain
& watch The Clock
like a Hawk
for 11 Minutes & 22 Seconds
— take a clocked break upstairs —
— drink from My LIFE Glass —
& go back down to hit
22:22
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:00am
I hear the roar of The Cape
through Our closed bedroom windows
a deluge of rain last night
leaked through the front door
I’m sitting in bed
waiting for Hunter
to bring The Coffee
He’s already fed
The Cats
The Hawk West Desk Window 3:55pm
Women The World Over
sit on tomato-coloured couches
with wads of dough
between Their Legs
kneading to the rhythm
on The Radio
while Their Men
as handsome as They are
go down in The Basement
to work The Bowflex
The Hawk West Desk Window 2:22pm
Women The World Over
are feeding Lunch to Their Men
& cleaning up afterwards
while The Game’s still on
The Hawk Queen Bed 1:22pm
Trying to take a nap
with one Ativan
& My Doctor/Husband beside Me
I am in My Underwear
with snow squalls out Our window
— I don’t have My Glasses on —
everything’s all a blurb
The Hawk Bedroom 3:20pm
I See The Light
Glinting Off
That Christmas Ocean
Silver In Its Force
Radiating Through Our Southern Window
Blanketing The Bed
Of My Sleeping Husband
Joanna Gilman Hyde 