Eliza’s Room 8:41pm
Eliza’s Room is full
of peepers, peepers
and waves
and Me next to My Quilt
full of purple Love Rings
and a bed
yet undone
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:28am
I wake to the sounds
of the ocean —
a distant Willet
and local gulls
It might be six
in the morning
but I am afforded
the luxury
of lying in bed
until 7:30
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:54am
A funny thing happened
this morning when I woke
at dawn:
I thought I was in Hunter’s Bed
& thought immediately of moving
into Eliza’s
when I realized I was
already there
*My Blog is Four Years Old
Eliza’s Room 6:47am
The Sun blankets one wall
before Me in Eliza’s room
It comes through the one window
shaded by a sheer curtain
stamped with purple carnations
I sit up in My Daughter’s Bed
to write of Silver in My Head
on My Mind
I am reaching out to My Ex’s Kind
My Children’s Grandmother et al
giving Them The Hard Sell
Eliza’s Room 8:11pm
I go to bed at eight o’clock
like a child
back to My Daughter’s Lavender Room
so as not be awakened
before dawn
by various
cats
wanting to be let out
and back in
Eliza’s Room 9:30pm
I re-lit the night light
in My Daughter’s Bathroom
merely by taking it out of its plug
which apparently wasn’t working —
when I put the plastic fixture back in
EYE had Light
The Hawk Kitchen 12:25pm
Stuck inside a snow globe
looking through Her Sliding Glass Doors
to The Ferocity of Earth
laid out before
Her Feet
seen from above
— or any angle for that matter —
She has six cats
two grown children
two husbands under Her Belt —
She dashes off poetry
as if The World
is All Hers
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 12:55pm
Last Night My Eliza
cooked fish chowder
corn bread and a Waldorf Salad
— She makes Smoothies too —
out of pumpkin or beet juice
& I drink Them down
because of Their Colours
I eat Her Frozen Chocolate Mousse
for My Lunch just because
She says It’s not even
A Real Mousse
Joanna Gilman Hyde 