Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22pm

Every night @ 9:30 I swallow a concoction

of medical remedies for sleep

— not to build a cocoon of ages —

but to bury Me underwater

like The Dragonfly Nymph

Who emerges after several years

into clear summer air

to fly the frenzied mating dance

to be admired

should She land against

the sleeve or head

of The Silver Haired Doctor

bent on examination