The Hawk Deck 8:19am
Twelve weeks ago I took
My Last Pill of Olanzapine
and I am stable as I was meant to be
but have to deal with continued
sleep deprivation —
last night I got 61/2 hours
on 2 mgs of Ativan
which is better than the night before —
Eliza and Jon will see
My Sculpture this morning
as it sits on the kitchen counter
with Its Left Eye closed
and Its Right Eye
in Another World —
The Sun is out
and I have the freshness of September
coming into play
The Hawk Queen Bed 7:14pm
“This Little Piggy Went To Market —
He was killed humanely
This Little Piggy Stayed Home
He watched TV with The Dog
This Little Piggy Ate Roast Beef
He didn’t like what He saw on Food Inc
This Little Piggy Had None
He was vegetarian
And This Little Piggy Went Wee Wee Wee
All The Way Home —
peeing in His pants”
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:51am
I stood bare-footed beside My Rose
above It, twice
and first I heard a Blue Jay
and second My Mother’s Chickadee
and as I looked at the numerous blossoms
I heard the surf of The Cape
and reveled in the fog droplets
upon the fertilized leaves
The Hawk Beach 7:55pm
Eye had just started to write
The Guzzle is @ Its deepest
when the incoming tide
churns its way toward Me
along the far edge
caught in the evening light
like a mini Grand Canyon —
then Eye heard a BUZZ —
a giant flying insect?
Eye looked overhead & guessed
Eye was being spied upon
by M(eye) 1st Ever Drone!
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:19pm
I hate to close the shade
on the last remnants of sunset
but I can hear The Waves
through the bathroom window
and so all is well
with Me.
The Hawk Beach 7:50pm
Last night I saw one sizeable sand castle
with a tunnel and moat and bridge —
tonight one hump of it
and the bridge of wood
remain —
farther along The Hawk Beach
an additional creation is ringed
with blue and purple mussel shells
sporting crab claws and sea gull feathers
and a third,
also from last night,
sets unscathed
with pink crab shells adorning
each of its four turrets
The Hawk Beach 8:10pm
Tonight I am immersed
in a blue paler
than the sky
after a light rain
when I almost didn’t bring My Book
the weightiness of My Words
has Me sitting on damp sand
at the edge of the tide
as darker waves undulate
beneath sunlight in The East —
OH!
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:28pm
It filled My Mother’s Sun Deck
during a student year
I used a lot of black
with three blotches of red
positioned unintentionally like cherries
on a banana split
I left It out overnight
when the wind got up
and stuck the paint with leaves
and shaped the canvas
into a highlighted streak
of accidental luminosity
The Hawk Beach 7:00pm
Beside My Lovely Guzzle
The Transparency of Flaming June
is complete —
finished in a two-day almost frenzy
& I am almost exhausted —
here for My Fortification
with The Waves @ My Sneakers
I have somewhere to go
while My Husband rows
His Dory
and We take a break
from discussions of
The Medical Cartel
The Hawk Beach 8:11pm
There were three loose dogs
on The Hawk Beach tonight
so I turned South West
toward The Drowned Forest —
The Tide was out revealing
an extended array of ancient stumps
haggled in rock weed
twisted roots of prehistoric origin
continuing their grope through a sandy bog bed —
I came past the mysterious line
of purposely positioned stalks
to where an outcropping
of larger mangled trunks mingled
with the off-shore boulders
and I sat upon a square white rock
to write as The Sun went down
behind
Joanna Gilman Hyde 