BEFORE THE GREY
The Hawk Outpost 9:00am
I See The Silver
Sheen Upon The Ocean So
I Know I Am Home
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The Hawk Outpost 9:00am
I See The Silver
Sheen Upon The Ocean So
I Know I Am Home
The Hawk West Desk Window 12:17pm
I Have Seen The Universe
Swirled In The Accidental Toe Print
Of Our White Cloth Bath Mat
In Eliza’s Shower
& When I Stepped Upon It
I Unintentionally Drew Out The Pin Wheel Form
To Leave
A Mere Trace
Of Our Grandest
Design
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:25pm
The Sun Is Silver
Beaming Out From A Ridge Of Cloud
Lining The Sky With One
Elongated Ray
Before It Sets
Into The Spray Of Islands
Beneath
The Hawk Deck 12:42pm
The Gull’s Raucous Cry
is every sound of Salt Air
rising above Its neighbours’
murmurings
It crowns the calls
of all other birds
& rings in the start
of Summer
The Hawk Deck 7:47pm
All That I Have Lived For
Is Wrapped Up In This Moment
As I Am Wrapped In My Heavy Grey Bathrobe
With The Spears Of Light Forever Above Me
And All Down Around Me
How Have I Gotten This Far?
Through A Child’s Adoration Of A Pair
Of Love Birds To A Mother’s Love
Of Her Dearest 2.4’s
The Evening Light Is Upon The East
Illuminating The Scrub Spruce Forest
And I Have Come This Far
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:38pm
A Black-headed Gull
blown in from the storm
circled over Me
as I threw
bits of bread
on the newly cut lawn
He landed beside Me
for probably the first
square meal
He’s had since
He was carried to Us
The Hawk Outpost 8:45am
Moving in and out
between The Clouds
My Silver Sun
greets Me through The Mist
and says Hello to The World
illuminating
My Silver Sea
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:22pm
I stepped out of My Cheap Grey Capris
onto The Shores Of The New World —
in My Wake are carried The Multitudes
in My Reach The Hands Of Men
I’ve known, and will know
as I live My Life-long Pursuit
across That Breadth Of Existence
to which I have been birthed
Joanna Gilman Hyde 