The Hawk Point Road 5:22pm
His Tall Elegance
Contemplates The Marsh
At The Side Of Hawk Point Road
Where I’m Pulled Over In My Car
To Watch Him Feed In The Evening Light
While I Get Out A Pen
To Write On A Paper Napkin
From My Purse
The Hawk Outpost 5:07pm
Cumulus Clouds Line
My View
From My Kitchen Outpost
Off To The North East
They Rise Like
Ridges Of Ice Cream
I Have Only
To Place 3 Cherries
On Top
The Hawk Kitchen 6:25pm
Oh! Did I startle Him —
that Miracle of Life
singing so heartily
from His top branch
of scrub spruce — ?
The Hawk Portico 5:03pm
I thrive on The Sounds
of The Birds
especially when I hear
nothing else
but the not-so-far-off shore
of Hawk Inlet
I am released
of all other
concerns
I live through the countless calls
of Avian Wildlife
singing into My Cells
regenerating
My Issuance
of Life
The Hawk Portico 4:08pm
I have sung a song
of birdsong
with the splutter of The Grackle
the warble of The Flicker
the squawk of The Jay —
numerous calls go unidentified
but are backed up
by The Willet, Crow and Gull
All to My Hamlet
by My Favourite Sea
where I live out My Rhythm
with The Little Chickadee
The Hawk Outpost 9:41am
I am standing in The Light
of Our Decorated Star
squinting My Eyes
against Its Brightness
The Glass Door is open
not to let Me out
but to let The Song
of The Morning Birds
Culminate
The Hawk Dining Room NOON
The Liquid Silver Off The Breakers
Before They Break
Holds My Eye
In Mid-sentence
Holds My Heart
In Sublime Suspense
The Hawk Outpost 10:15am
Sun — I guess It’s Sun —
filters through the fog
of a spring morning
I am in My Grey
C2 Rowing Outfit
Hunter is sleeping late
Eliza is on Her Way
to fun
& fame
The Hawk Outpost 9:00am
My Sky Is Silver
Cutting Along The Edge
Of Cold Grey Ocean
Our Waves Are Bigger
This Morning
Due To The Wind Last Night
I Am In My Silver Robe
Watching A Break
Of Light
Over
This Worldly Turbulence
The Hawk Deck 9:08am
I Am Drinking In
The Silver
Of This 22nd Day
Of This 22nd Year
Into The Awakening
I
Have
Come
To This Ever-glade
Of Peace
&
Prosperity
Where I Reside
With My Loving Husband
&
My Beautiful Singing Daughter
Whether I Stay
Or Not
I Will Carry With Me
The Ages
Of Time
&
Be A Representative
Of The Life
We’ve Lived
Before
Joanna Gilman Hyde 