THE PRAYER
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:45pm
I have delivered A Prayer
— The First I’ve Ever Written —
through The Sacred Postal Service
but I don’t know how
My Children’s Grandfather
will receive It
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:45pm
I have delivered A Prayer
— The First I’ve Ever Written —
through The Sacred Postal Service
but I don’t know how
My Children’s Grandfather
will receive It
The Hawk Portico 4:22pm
On one of these rare days
in early Fall
so still
I’ve decided to stay
on The Hawk
instead of driving to Barrington
for a walk
on The Trail
while Hunter rows —
I cannot miss
this outdoor treat
of sitting in My Red Deck Chair
with My Front Door open
to The Sounds of My Daughter
readying in the kitchen
for tonight’s drive
back to
College
The Hawk Living Room 5:42pm
A Peculiar Fatigue
has come over Me today
I lay on the couch
underneath Eliza’s Horse Blanket —
I see it now, cast off
dangling one corner
down the side of the couch
signifying the old depressions
but I am grown up now
they cannot get Me
no matter how tired I get
The Hawk Deck
11:00 am
Eye am dressed in solid grey
& un-ironed white linen
sitting on The Deck, quiet
My Daughter, visiting from College
has just fed Gully
some old rice cakes
& The Crows are subdued
in the trifling fog
The Hawk West Desk Window 2:22pm
My Children are inching Their Way
farther & farther away from Me —
Peak is bound for British Columbia
Eliza has begun Her First Year Of College
but rather than succumb to The Empty Nest
I must grow with Them & be The Best
Care-taker of My Self —
be My Own Mother
Highway 103, NS 2:22pm
Today I washed some dishes
left by My Daughter
in the house in Atlantic
My First Marital House
where My Third Child was conceived
and aborted on the anniversary
of My Mother’s Death
–
My Daughter is going to college
this weekend
My Son is out west
— I may see Him at Christmastime
and .4 — that’s what I call Him/Her —
is not in heaven
because I don’t believe in heaven
She/He is still with Me
My Body is My Heaven
Yarmouth NS, afternoon
Today I gave three dollars
to The Art Gallery of Nova Scotia’s
donation (admission) box
Today I gave three dollars
to a hungry (He said) bum
who remembered My Brother Howard
but didn’t know
He had died, or how
Today I gave My Daughter
fifty dollars
for a pedicure
The Hawk Living Room 6:50pm
My Shredded Manuscript has been found —
not the shreds, which were dumped
at the side of the road
in three clear garbage bags
two years ago —
but a surviving copy
in Vermont
in an old farm house
belonging to My Stepmother
Who shared in My Happiness today
when I called Her
& She asked, ” Have You heard
The Good News?”
My suicidal activity
has been undone
& I don’t have to DO anything
with The Resurrection
like re-write It
into an epic poem
I can merely bask
in Its discovery
& know that It’s safe
driven by Eliza & Her Boyfriend
home by Saturday
The Hawk Portico 5:46pm
I hear The Chickadee
& an outboard motor
& think of My Mother
My Mother traversing the waves
to get out to Mc Nutt Island
A Place I swore never
to forget
yet It has caused Me pain
& grief when She died
but I own Her house no longer
merely some land
which My Children
are destined
to inherit