The Hawk Portico 6:22pm
Today I Saw A Super Bug
Shaped Like A Mosquito
Only Several Times Bigger
— He Landed On Our Car Wind-shield
While My Husband
Attended To A Patient —
Transparent Wings Clapped Together
& Sparkled
As I Looked Up At Him Through The Glass
He Told Me
“I Am Alive
To Help
Humanity”
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:35pm
I live in a fortress
of sanctity
where My Every Word
is a sacred step
to where I already am
locked-in by a sky
of charcoal clouds
wafting over Our Crescent
Moon
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:38pm
If I Could Paint A Sky
With Words —
Can I Reach The Ear
With Sounds —
Sounds Of Such Value To Me
I Want To Encapsulate
Them —
The Story Of Our Ocean
With No Beginning
And No End —
The Sweetness Of My Peepers
So Brief?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:41pm
I was once walled in
by plexi-glass & counter tops
filing cabinets & indoor-outdoor carpeting
My Performance of trying to live or die
was put on display
& written about in nurses’ journals
I was made to eat food
I could not taste
& made to shower
when all I wanted to do
was drown in the tub
Now I Am Here
on The Hawk where the only wall
makes up My Kitchen Glass Doors:
They Slide Open
I Can Walk Through
To The Outside
To The Bird Calls
Of Life
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:14am
The Cape has turned moss green
overnight
I gaze out across
Its growth of dunes
serene against the overcast sky
inlet tide — the rich grey
of My Husband’s Hair
while He’s in The Tub
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
We will travel to distant stars
to walk upon lands of other planets
We will taste food yet un-savoured
& dress in garb yet only dreamed of
We will swim in salted coves
salted by the sweat of billions
We will fly our mini star-packs
through the sea-clouds of air yet formed
We will dance along valleys
& surge forward into night
We will set Our Selves loose
to gallivant with Our New Found Friends
Our New Society Of People
like Us
with Whom We will play
with magical swords
forged from metals more precious
than gold
& with Whom We will die
momentarily
at The Hands
of Lovers Divine
The Hawk Outpost 6:46pm
The Clouds Tonight
look like The Face
of Jupiter
undulating as They do
like waves
on an incoming shore
variations of grey & blue
hover over
My Yard
where Our Biggest Cat
Astro
sits to listen
to The Birds of Evening
while The Sky sits
above
The Hawk Kitchen NOON
Handsome Jay Atop
Weathered Newel Post Just For Me
Deepest Close-up Blues
The Hawk Queen Bed 4:00am
Static Of The Sea
Wherein Does My Power Lie?
Static Of The Sea
Joanna Gilman Hyde 