The Hawk Corner Room 11:02am
How must I write
of the peacefulness
of The Morning —
under the snow
— last for spring —
under brilliant sun
shining its silver
off the sea
I will not row
today
The Hawk En-suite Bath 7:30pm
In My Floor-length
Mirror
I strike an imposing figure
sealed in grey
layers
Silver Chains
I am the correct weight
for a Woman My Height
which is tall
as My Lacquered Hands
will reach
With These Hands
gilded in Gold
I reach for The Sun
never to forget The Moon
I observe The Stars
— The People —
living & dying
forever on
Our Earth
The Hawk Kitchen 4:41pm
The First Recognizable
Call
I’ve heard for Spring
is that of The Jay
My Childhood Friend
with the tumult
of waves
breaking through
the new rain
DTC Natural Store, Barrington Passage 11:30am
Today is the 22nd
Anniversary
of My Mother’s Death
& I have anointed
My
Self
with Vanilla Bean
Lotion
given to Me
by a healing friend
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:44pm
Women are burning up
all over this fair world
They’re trying to make supper
& carrying on conversations
at the same time
talking about what it’s like
to have all The Power
& no place to put it
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:25pm
I have emasculated God
in five well-considered
bites
I took Him in & swallowed
hard
& stood My Poise
in front of My Husband
The Hawk Kitchen 1:22pm
When I reach for My Life Glass
I am reaching for My Past
My Future
I am reaching for My Laundry Basket
My Plate of Lunch for My Husband
I am reaching for The Love
of My Life
& I am reaching
for The Fluidity
of My Grace
The Hawk Window Seat 8:54am
The Snow serves one purpose —
to delineate the length
of The Cape
along the southwest
view from Our Bedroom
Window
It makes a delicate white line
below the dunes —
a highlight of sand
I might fail to notice
in Summer
Joanna Gilman Hyde 