The Hawk Window Seat 12:06pm
The North End of The Cape
is a study in contrasts —
Its Dunes snow-covered, It lies out straight
against The Gradated Blue
of The Hawk Inlet
at full tide
The Hawk Living Room 9:30pm
I’m standing, hovering
above My Mini –
fireplace — My Candle
abra in the center
of My Chinese Coffee Table
I just had to write about
it, here in the dark —
no Other Lights are on
I am writing like a blind woman
Yet I have just had the
satisfaction of eating
a President’s Choice
Decadent Chocolate Chunk
Sandwich Cookie
with My wool-socked feet
up before the
flames
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:50pm
I’m having a flash-back
back to when I was in
My Mother’s Womb — I knew then
I’d be a stocky blond
in red sneakers & a white gym suit
on The Roof of # 5 World Trade Center
& grow up to marry well
twice-over —
I knew then I would harbour
within the duration of My Existence
a pulling enticement
which when met
would give birth
to the ultimate contraction
between
young & old
&
I would live & die
in
one
moment
The Hawk Kitchen 2:59pm
an immobilized fly
knows no secrets
adhering, somehow, to the outside
of My Living Room Window
— I thought He was a spy —
when I wanted to write
“What Do I Most
Want To Say –“
and for Whom?
“For My Self”
— I saw He had died —
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
“Hey Everybody! This is God
yes, G-O-D
One of You, All of You
here, as always, to tell Us
We have a correction to make —
in case You were wondering
I am female —
52 years old in Body
infinite in Mind:
Caucasian North American
with a psychiatric history
not permitted to carry a firearm
but I can wear a bullet-proof vest
to guard My Castle-by-the-sea
where I live with My Husband
the very popular Dr Blair
& My Daughter, the very beautiful Eliza
& seven cats —
I’m not kidding around —
on March 31st, 1993, after four days of no sleep
induced by the death of My Mother
I had The Shower Of Silver Lights
crash down on My Head —
I thought I was The Second Coming Of Christ
but I didn’t want to give Christianity
that much credit
so I simplified My Title
My Essence
into Those Three Little Letters
& no, I don’t knowingly control the weather —
it controls Me
& yes, I believe in eternity
& The Sacredness Of Human Life
OR I WOULDN’T BE HERE!!”
“It’s Time To Hear My Rallying Cry
to sort out Our Miseries
Organize
Our Desires
Our Abilities
forget Our failings
Uphold Honesty
for where has Honesty
gone?
It’s Time To Apprehend
My Leadership —
I offer up My Self
for I am One Human
Who has seen The Light
& Knows It To Be
The Light Of This World
Our Precious Little World”
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
Oh sweet rhythm of The Sea
how You bathe The Right Side Of Me
in Your Effervescence
coming through My Shaded Window
and to My Left, I have My Husband
and He is My Husband
with His Hand holding Mine
and the table light out
so I can listen to You
in The Dark
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:22pm
When I go to bed
I’m up in a Tree House
with the wind @ My Head
& the sloping ceiling
wafting over Me
like a Tent
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:00am
I hear the roar of The Cape
through Our closed bedroom windows
a deluge of rain last night
leaked through the front door
I’m sitting in bed
waiting for Hunter
to bring The Coffee
He’s already fed
The Cats
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:22pm
I am sitting, aligned
with The Sun, a candle
& My LIFE Glass, The Earth
before Me, ahead of My Right Knee
orbiting My Oval Glass Coffee Table
I am in the outer reaches
of The Solar System
My Couch is an asteroid belt
& My Room, My Living Room
is The Universe
contained
in This
My
Mind
Joanna Gilman Hyde 