The Hawk West Desk Window 8:44am
I have A Show Husband
dressed for Casual Friday
in His brand new Art Director’s Shirt
& old jeans
He has to tell Them
“Listen People”
while He sells His Position
of being Dr Blair
& I sell Mine
of being His Wife
The Hawk Queen Bed 7:57am
We had a magnificent sunrise
this morning — actually cloud rise —
the billowing clouds along the horizon
were banked by lesser streaks
& the sun’s light glared out behind
illuminating the bulbous edges
— it even had rays shining out & up —
— but We never saw the sun —
it got caught
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
He sees Me as I see Myself
He knows Me as I know My Self
He is My Mirror Image
I will follow Him forever
as He has followed Me
since The Dawn of Time
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:55pm
White Trucks are mechanical Angels of Mercy
I saw One driving out of the polling station today
after voting for My Liberal MLA
(Member of The Provincial Legislative Assembly)
Whom My Husband says is Pro-Life
The Hawk Portico 4:22pm
On one of these rare days
in early Fall
so still
I’ve decided to stay
on The Hawk
instead of driving to Barrington
for a walk
on The Trail
while Hunter rows —
I cannot miss
this outdoor treat
of sitting in My Red Deck Chair
with My Front Door open
to The Sounds of My Daughter
readying in the kitchen
for tonight’s drive
back to
College
The Hawk Kitchen 7:14pm
I took Dr Blair
His Dessert
of frozen berries thawed
in the microwave
& two scoops of French Vanilla Ice Cream
–
I took It to Him
under the low light
in The Hawk Family Room
where He sat by The Computer
looking elegant
–
I was serving
A Very Important Man
Who can’t seem to retire
even though His Back
is killing Him
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:38pm
Fall is finished for Me now
as soon as I saw
Its leaves along the grounds
of My Husband’s Office
–
No other flurry of fall
will strike Me the same
as This Summer’s Turning
Its brash array
scattered before The Edifice
of My Husband’s Career
Fifty Falls in the making
The Hawk West Desk Window 2:45pm
I used to go to churches
and found them hollow places
Who there would hear of My Unstoppable
Shower Of Lights?
Who there could understand The Depths
of My Enclosed Depression?
–
I used to go to churches
looking for companionship
in the rawness of being broken open
like the delicate egg
I was trying to carry
–
I used to go to churches
when I wanted to die instead —
where no Minister could make Me
whole
and no friend could balance Me
–
I used to go to churches
and now I am Home
years beyond the fragility
in the compatibility
of My Marriage
where My House is
My Church
The Hawk Living Room 3:42pm
When I was A Child Of Sex
I swallowed The Semen
of anonymous men
unremembered — the men
not The Taste —
now in My Upstanding Years
I have sex with One Man
and besides
We don’t do That
Joanna Gilman Hyde 