The Hawk Kitchen 7:53am
The Silver Glare
alerts My Eyes
& shifts to flashes
of White
safe in My Kitchen
with the coffee pot on
I care not
for the rest of The World —
Oh but I do!
The Hawk Kitchen 4:12pm
I can feed Millions
with My Ham & Broccoli Casseroles
My Trays of Eggplant Parmesan
My Pots of Baked Spaghetti
Yes — I Am A Cook
& I Am Cooking up
The Feast
of God’s Deposition
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:15pm
The Sky is a watercolour wash —
have I said that before?
Probably — One Stripe
is the same as The Ocean
& so includes Itself
as a partition
of liquid cloud
The Hawk Laundry Room 1:47pm
I bought A Purple Bottle
today of lavender laundry wash
with My Famous Silver Rays
on the label
& announced to My Husband
for all of Sobey’s to hear:
“I am a consumer on the march —
My Spending Practices are watched
My Tastes are recorded
for The Fashions of The Times
for The Big Buy-out
of Earth’s Silver Load!”
May 15, 2015 The Hawk Queen Bed 9:42pm
Women are bleeding
all over The Globe
having babies and abortions
I am so tired
I could sleep for a thousand years
& wake to A New Day
of Knowing
& wake to A New Long Day
The Hawk Kitchen 8:07am
The Vibrancy of Silver
is awash across the water
filling My Kitchen
with bright rays of light
I wait for the coffee to steep
to write of My Days
here in the quiet
of My Sufficient Sleep
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:29am
The End of The Cape
looks as if It’s melting
into the shallow sea
The Sand at Its base
seems hazed over
while The Dunes look solid
enough to hike upon
I’ve never been out there
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:43pm
The Bug crawling up
My Outpost Window
can feel My Breath
My Heart-beat
My Urgency to Write
He is A Living Being
from The Roots of Divinity
like Me
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:45am
Here I sit
on My Queen Bed
with The Bond Market
tumbling
& fog outside My Window
I have no regrets
as I see Silver on The Rise
I have yet
to put around My Finger
My Diamond from The World
& hasten to get
My Ultimate Satisfaction
The Hawk Corner Room 10:38am
The Haze over The Sun
affords a pristine view
of the watery sparkles
splayed out across
My Precious Horizon
as I sit in The Lotus
Position & think
of My Friends & Lovers
Joanna Gilman Hyde 