The Hawk Corner Room 6:42am
EYE See Dawn
aqua & flushed skin tones
hovering over the water
with shore lights still on:
EYE have a Big Day today
waking at the crack of It
to take The Magnificent Head
to Lunenburg to see
if It can be cast
in Silver
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:45pm
I’ve done enough
of sweeping up galaxies —
it’s an endless task
organizing, compiling known particles
of cat hair, cat food crumbs
specks of kitty litter, the occasional claw point
not to mention Heaven’s Dust
heavy in My House —
“Out Damn Spot!”
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:36am
The Sun has risen
much further North
than I expected
& I am to execute
a sculpture of Hunter’s closest friend
whose eyes are up & open
to the surprise of his
final moment
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:55am
Before The Dawn
Of Our New Era
We Are On The Cusp of Night
We Are Silver Now
As The Moon
As The Midnight Hour
Of Transformation
From The Golden Sun
Into That Precious Rarity:
Our Star-patterned
Future
The Hawk Living Room 4:30pm
A new arrangement of paintings
builds a triangle upon My Living Room Wall:
My Mother’s Portrait as a very young woman
painted by My Uncle
dresses the wall below My Balcony
hanging in the middle
above two impressionist paintings
of Africa — She took Me
as an infant to grow there
in Gabon and came home
with these two paintings
I framed in art school —
one showing a grass-roofed hut
palm trees with seated figure —
the other showing four bark canoes
and two figures readying them
in the foreground of open water
and open sky —
My First Year In Africa
She called The Worst Year
of Her Life — spent insomniac
underweight, pregnant
with My Fated Brother —
Africa inspired Her Novel
NOT EVEN THE MOON
never published —
Her Portrait looks down
to those two African paintings
and I look up to all three
Barrington Passage, NS 3:30pm
EYE have a piece
of The Night Sky
on My Right Middle Finger
My Trigger Finger
with The Silver Emblem
of a curve-sided diamond —
EYE am out
to make the sturdiness
of M(EYE) Self
Timeless
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:55pm
I have looked up
to see Orion
I have looked down
to see My Toes
painted Nordic Lights —
Tomorrow I get My Ring —
My Ring of Fire
bought with My Own Money
for I am That Child
Who must have Her Toys
& begs to be shown off
against Our Backdrop
of Disaster
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:12pm
I have just spent an hour at least
shielding My Eyes from the sun
to watch a flock of Starlings
starting in Our Yard —
heading across the street
in elongated splashes of sparkle
every time They took off —
and matted together on either
roof lines, grass or wires
in Their elusive group-think
I would give anything
to know
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:46pm
How dare they try
to count The Stars
by saying every one
is just a speck of sand
on all The World’s Beaches
— if that is the case
I have just traversed
trillions on My Walk
to The Guzzle Rock
covered in barnacles —
should I count them too?
The Hawk Dining Room 6:57am
I got up to let out
a cat
& saw My Painting
in the sky —
I saw the orange and purple
laid out before Me
stretched along the horizon
& I am filled with a knowing
happiness
as I see the pink turn
to gold
& the ball of licking light
rise
Joanna Gilman Hyde 