The Hawk Beach NOON
I threw away a fantasy rock
into the depths of the bamboo hedge
never to be found
despite rubber gloves
rubber boots
and heavy brown pants
I may never wear again
instead
I walked to The Hawk Beach
and setting foot
on the ledge of piled stones
I found three great ones —
a double-lined, a single-lined
and an oblong grey
side-swiped with white
to put at My Front Step
The Hawk Beach 2:57pm
My Father never had Me
or when He did
He pimped Me off
or felt the need
to collect Me from sleepless
hotel rooms —
His Best Hope for Me
(My Brother He had given up on)
was to say,
“You are in ‘Recovery'”
Well — if He could see Me NOW
down by The Guzzle
in The South Wind of July
sitting in The Sand of My Achievement
He might come down from Heaven
or where ever He ended up
and shake My Hand
and send Me on My Way
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:14pm
I missed the cutest waddle
of a mother duck and Her Ducklings
crossing The Hawk Road
while I was zooming
sleep-deprived
to get to The Little Store —
I swerved to avoid the adorable clutch
and got mad at My Self
but not mad enough to slow down
in time to take in
the rare amusement
of Their very serious venture
Eliza’s Room 8:43pm
As I walked the lines
of shoes and sneakers
measured in the sand
I saw a track of feet so bare
veer off into the frothy foam
I wondered at the line
of tide which consumed
their salty prints
and merely as a bonus
saw
their re-emergence
further on
The Hawk Deck 1:50pm
What Does It Mean
To Be A Bird?
Not Just That You
Can Fly —
You can take care of Your Self —
feed Your Self & Your Young —
(though not Your Young if You’re a Cow Bird)
preen Your Self & bathe
stretch Your Wings & Your Claw Feet
fluff up Your Glistening Feathers & bow
Exclaim from Your Perch —
Yes, Exclaim
in Your God-given Voice
that You are Happy
To Be Alive
Eliza’s Room 9:1pm
From the kitchen
there’s a pink cloud over
The Scraggly Apple
and from upstairs
in Eliza’s Room
The Same Pink Cloud
is stretched along the beach
beyond the wooded scrub spruce
in preparation
for My Good-Night
The Hawk Deck 8:02am
I slept last night
a proper eight hours
for the first time
since getting hit between the eyes
by The Divine Perfection
of My Double Rainbow
@ 6:00am on June 15th —
sublimity enabled Me to go
off that abject medication —
now My Existence
rings as True
as The Call of The Cow Bird
preening Himself
against My Car Mirror
as free as The Rooster’s Laugh
as assured as The Surge
of The Sea
The Hawk Deck 9:30am
He stood in His Pyjamas
in the early morning sun
gazing out, forward
across The West Side
of Shelburne Harbour
across the serene dockage
of My Mother’s Boat
at mooring
He took it all in:
He took in The Wild Flowers
The Rocks of the shoreline
He took in The Light
on the water
He took in The Air
and The Warmth
The Buzz of One Fly
and grinned
The Hawk Window Seat 5:30am
I woke from The Hawk Queen Bed
to see The Full Moon resting
over The Cape
and on the other side
of The Earth
the pink glow of promise
that soon I would see
My Beloved Sun
edge Its way to the surface
The Hawk Deck 7:19am
EYE have been held in a trance
by The Birds, The Rooster
Their Song on The Air
The Silver on The Sea
and My Successful Adjustment
to the sleepless effect
of going off My anti-psychotic medication
four days ago
Joanna Gilman Hyde 