The Hawk Queen Bed 10:25pm
Tonight I’ll tell You
what I don’t hear:
the peepers & the waves
are closed out
by south windows shut
against a breeze too cool
— the north bathroom window is open
partially
but not a breath of sea
comes through
— an elderly cat, encouraged
to stay on Our Bed
& purr
has refused the invitation
All that’s left
is Hunter rattling
the spherical wire
inside His Jug
of night time protein drink
consumed
June 8, The Hawk Living Room 10:00pm
I’ve Caught The Moon
In My Living Room Sky Light
Arriving
Through This Late
And Early
Evening
I See Its Thin Beam
Shining Down To Our Balcony
Through The Spindles
Defining Shadows
Of The Luminous Streaks
Of My Age
The Hawk Window Seat 9:43pm
The Sun Is Rising
& Setting Somewhere On Earth
The Logic Fails Me
The Hawk Window Seat 2:22pm
I Am The Warrior In Grey
My Broad Shoulders
Rising From
My Silver Gown
I Am Ready To Fight
For The Permanent Existence
Of Humankind
On This Planet
& anywhere
else
* Linkin Park
The Hawk Hallway 7:54pm
I have crashed into The Light
of a thick silver band
— a single streak along the entire western sky-way —
glowing irrevocably
below a thick width of cloud
holding back the supposed release
of sinking sun
The Hawk Living Room 6:15pm
I stand at the screened-in window
higher than The Child I am
listening to two sounds
I Love:
I Love The Birds & I Love The Waves
am I being too simplistic?
Bird Life here on The Hawk
& the rhythm of surrounding Ocean
Feed Me
Sustain Me
Nourish Me
I Am Growing Up
in a small paradise
The Hawk Portico 5:11pm
How many Swells move in
in a day — across the floor
of The Hawk Beach?
To Me They are Endless
like the rhythm within
& I retire to bed
in Their Rush
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:43pm
I lament the drawing
of the shade
upon The End Of Our Day
heralded by The Crescent Moon
and adjacent planet
accenting the twilight
of Sunset
seeping into the darkening
ridges of islands
and outer water ways
Joanna Gilman Hyde 