The Hawk Kitchen 11:30am
This Morning I lay on My Back
in The New Dentist’s Chair
& looked up to see My Future
emblazoned on The Ceiling:
The Flashes
The Split Seconds
i-dent-i-fied Me
& I had on My Bulletproof Vest
not like The Twilight Star
in red brocade
The Northerly Sound
has moved to North East
as I step out
on My Deck
I feel like writing
The Sky, laden with cloud
is dramatic
The Fog has gone
off shore
Oh — is that Rain?
3:45pm
Southerly Surf resonates
in My Blood —
I’m composed of 50 Trillion Cells
or more —
How many of Them are My Blood
activated
by Each Surge of Sound
moving through Me
moving My Pen
as I sit with Knees up
on The Armless End
of My Tomato-coloured Couch?
The Hawk Living Room 12:15 pm
I have had an undulating vision —
a purple cave-like opening
dressed in Golden Fray
–
This moving Mountain-like form
contained not the thought
of The Little Man
but His Essence
–
It pulsated at Me
slowly
pushing from behind My Eyes
& returned Him
to Me
The Hawk Deck 8:40am
The Morning Sky is Silver
as I heed the wealth
of My Surroundings
–
The Surf is shushing Me again
while My Teacup steeps
My Husband sleeps
I assess the coolness of The Wind
–
9:40am
The Surf is Louder Now
It Wakes Me Up
To The Silver Streaks & Pools
across The Ocean
My Husband is Up
& We’re Having Coffee
–
11:40am
A Pair of Jays have come
to The Straggly Apple by The Deck
Others Join Them
so I have My Flock of Jays
Who squawk out My Growing Up
as They All fly off:
“You are in The Childhood
of Your Maturity
Here On The Hawk”
Did God create The Dragonfly
to fly out of nymph-hood Today
of All Days?
Or has The Dragonfly created Itself
over eons
to emerge from arbitrary randomness?
–
I have been answered
by swarms of midges
screaming out to Me
for recognition
Joanna Gilman Hyde 