The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:22am
No rowing today
It’s snowing & I prefer
to keep My Feet up
with a scraggly cat by My Side
looking out to My Beloved
scraggly apple, scrub spruce
complete with the occasional crow
The Hawk Kitchen 7:06pm
This 11th day of month 2:
Gold has achieved a three month rise
not met in thirty years
& I am celebrating
by taking My Spaghetti
out of The Oven
@ 10:22
The Hawk Dining Room 10:44am
I watch the roiling ocean
still ramped up
after My Halo Scene last night
when I demanded of My Husband
Does He Know What Kind of Person He Is Dealing With —
or not:
A Witch or An Angel
Who brought down
The Twin Towers
with a flower?
The Hawk Kitchen 12:25pm
Stuck inside a snow globe
looking through Her Sliding Glass Doors
to The Ferocity of Earth
laid out before
Her Feet
seen from above
— or any angle for that matter —
She has six cats
two grown children
two husbands under Her Belt —
She dashes off poetry
as if The World
is All Hers
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:50am
When’s it gonna come out
that I spawned 9/11?
When My Hair’s grown out
or when I open My Big Mouth
& tell The World
I lied?
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:38am
Nothing tragic will happen
to Me
I am not made of that stuff
I am tough
& love The World too much
to suffer any further loss
or strife
My Mind is safe
from shifting tides
& I reside
in a perfect house
looking out
to sea
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:55am
When I woke this morning
the sky was reddish gold
purple cloud over the sun now
but I have the trash out
& the coffee steeps
Last night I told My Hair to grow
while I sleep
& It has
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:42pm
Oh Hair Grow
when I inhale the fur
of My Big Black Astro
Oh Hair when I cut You off
22 years ago
how could I have known
I would have the love for You
that I do now?
You would be My Greatest Comfort —
I will gleefully brush You
braid You, pin You decoratively
care for You with balsamic solutions —
every follicle I own on My Head
please be rejuvenated and never
turn back to the darkness
of severity of Truth —
I want to live My Dream
& My Dream is You flying,
whipping Your Golden Fabrication
around My Shoulders
protecting Me as a mantel
of Hope & Love
for This World
of Happiness
We need so badly
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:47pm
I am growing My Thick Wavy Hair
to Its Self Organizing Length
I have already thrown out
My Black Jesus Underwear
& am taking My Black & Fuchsia
to The Salvation Army
I am wearing pale lipstick
I am taking up knitting
& MAYBE baking cookies —
The Severe Mrs Blair
has been outgrown
into The Youth of Joanna Hyde
before Her Mother Died
& She is of a quiet demeanor
Who now yells “Bless You”
when people sneeze!!!
The Hawk Hallway 8:00am
This Morning I see The Moon
two days from full
sitting in the western sky
setting into a band of pink
and farther into one of blue
She heralds My Day
with Her Emblem of Quietude
as I see Her move
ever so diagonally
below the wires
across My View
Joanna Gilman Hyde 