WORLD PRAYER
The Hawk Basement 11:22am
“World, You Can Save Your Self —
You Are Programmed To Survive —
Your Mountains Will Stand —
Your Oceans Will Thrive —
Your People Will Laugh
— Die Laughing —
World, You Are My Home”
The Hawk Basement 11:22am
“World, You Can Save Your Self —
You Are Programmed To Survive —
Your Mountains Will Stand —
Your Oceans Will Thrive —
Your People Will Laugh
— Die Laughing —
World, You Are My Home”
The Hawk Outpost 8:40am
The Brilliant Sheen
Upon The Water
Fills My Heart & Eyes
I Love It So
It Guides My Way
I Will Sing Of It
Until I Die
The Hawk Western Hallway 7:25pm
The Sun behind The Fog
is a gleaming disc of Gold
Clouds of Sea Mist
blow across
yet The Sun filters through
& tells Me
broadly
that My Shower Of Silver Lights
is My Ticket
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:22pm
My House is Asylum
My Hands offer Asylum
when placed upon
any body in pain
in fear
In My House, with My Hands
I can cast out
suffering
I can deliver
My Power
into The Hands
of Another
I have The Power
to Heal
I can Heal
My Friends
I can Heal My
Husbands
My Lovers
through
My Dead Brother
& The Deaths of
My Parents
I am Emboldened
I can Heal
This World
through My Art
& My Mind
I can Instruct
Nourish
Tone Down
Play Up
Send Every Body
Home
The Hawk Portico 7:40pm
Down by The Guzzle tonight
I saw a young gull
with His breathy Beep – Beep —
He was with a parent gull
presumably
Who flew a few yards off
perhaps because of My proximity —
and Young Gull flew too
and circled overhead, beeping
to land
straight down
beside His Bond
Barrington Passage 1:16pm
I’ve walked across
My First Fall Leaves
upside down, the leaves
not Me
Oh — not Me — I have
all the tools at My Reach
for The Greatest, Grandest
entry of All —
I have The Seasons
set before Me:
beginning with Autumn
when I laid out My Canvas
on Michael Jackson’s birthday
when I signed My Name on October 10th
when I moved to Nova Scotia
and had My 2.4 Children —
Oh I was happy
until My Mother Died
but then, even then
I had the shock of newness
in The Shower Of Lights
to ponder, to confound everyone
around Me
to culminate in October
the month of My Baby Girl
to release My Self
inside the reassuring caress
of The Littlest Man
to Whom I have linked My Self
in My Mind
for every last season of Fall