The Hawk Outpost 2:27pm
I’ve taken to leaning My Elbows
on The Hawk Kitchen Outpost —
a narrow window looking East
perfect for One Person
From My Stance I can see
the backs of My Neighbour’s Barns
top branches of one deciduous tree
and two roof lines down by the shore
The Ocean spreads Itself before Me
and I can see white lines of waves
coming in
through a sizeable break
in the swath of scrub spruce
encircling this
Our Little Island
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
I Live To Hear The Ocean Breathe
I Live To Feel My Body’s Cells
Circulate, Race, Through My Limbs
I Live To Fulfil A Promise
Made
By My Brain To The Rest Of Me
“Live For The Moment”
“Live”
All Systems Within
Surging
I Felt Literally, Fully
Alive
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:45pm
Assessing The Opalescent Sky
To The Northwest Of Me
I Caught A Southerly Glimpse
Of The Setting Sun
Through A Bank Of Cloud
Breaking Open
Like An Eye
The Hawk Portico 3:28pm
Behind A Cloud Of Pinkish Hue
Our Sun Was Burning Silver Bright
The Cloud Dispersed Then From My View
I Embraced God’s Warm Delight
The Hawk Portico 1:57pm
Birdsong is The Sound of Life
with Ocean as a backdrop
I sit in Sanctuary
The End To Strife
and wait Here
for The World to Stop
The Hawk Kitchen 9:05am
Have I written enough
of The Silver On The Ocean?
No — It is what I awaken
to on each clear day
It gives Me Solace
and Energy
for The Special Time
We’re in —
The Time of The Awakening
of The World
The Hawk Corner Room 8:35am
The Sun has such a glare
across the water This Morning
I can barely look at It
& when I close My Eyes
or blink
I see lime green
after-images
surrounded by red
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:03pm
The nightly ointment applied
to My Doctor-Husband’s legs
has conditioned My Hands
ready for work
I will now delve into the guts
of Humanity
The Innards of The World
I will knowingly dirty My Hands
when I said I never would
serve God — I would serve
only My Self —
I have seen The Meaning of Life
and It is brazen and brash
as The Sun
and It is My Dark Haired Angel
God of My Creation
sitting on My Right Shoulder
declaring in Her Melodious Voice
“You Know The Meaning Of Life
And So You Are A Star —
So Go To Sleep…”
I will go now not to sleep
but to coat My Broad-palmed Hands
laden with the protective balm of Her Words
to absolve the recesses of My Skin
of any fatal impurity
and pummel My New-born Fists
into every Man, Woman and Grown-up Child
Joanna Gilman Hyde 