The Hawk Outpost 8:05am
I stand in a beam
of Silver Light
thinking of My Children
My Sole Delight?
I seem to see Them
in My Mind
as if I have Them
for All Time
The Hawk Kitchen 6:30
I AM A WOMAN
with thick curly hair
blond in The Sun
I live on The South West Shore
of Nova Scotia
I have a 22 lb Black Cat
I Love
I Love The World
I Love My Self
I Love My Husbands
I Love My Telepathic Partner
I Love My Children
ALL THREE OF THEM
The Hawk Window Seat 8:46am
I’ve picked out
My Husband’s Wednesday attire —
Dockers M made in Vietnam
pin-striped shirt
charcoal grey wool trousers
LL Bean size 34″ by 29″
He’s in the tub
& I’m in Eliza’s black negligee
ready to wash Dr Blair’s
magnificent hair
The Hawk Kitchen 2:55pm
I put My green-checked apron
on over My Glittering Chains
dangling from Eliza’s left-over sweater
while a big black cat circles My Ankles —
I’m ready to make lasagna
for various dinners this week —
the first week for My Husband
in His New Town
The First for Me
as The Doctor’s Wife
The Hawk T.V. Room 12:38pm
I got enough sleep
Not The Sleep Of The Dead
still in My Pyjamas
She seems to want Me
close —
My Daughter’s Cat
I tell Her “It’s OK”
I pet Her “It’s All Right”
She gives a breathy mew
& lifts Her Head
to Live
Eliza’s Room 2:30pm
I live in a lavender room
where I have pulled up
the curtain against a backdrop
of rolling waves
and scrub spruce tree tops
above a painted chest
housing My Mother’s Childhood Diaries
I am sanctified
in My Daughter’s Room
where The Out-stretched Quilt
of rippling bands of purple
spreads Itself beneath two walls
of My World Trade Center Rooftop Painting
titled Self Organizing Galaxy
and beneath My Signature
in three-foot-high letters
coloured Black
The Hawk Window Seat 12:22pm
I have put up
a sheer lavender curtain
— one that Eliza didn’t like —
in Her vacated lavender room
now to be used for Guests
Who may never come
— the curtain has purple carnations
scattered across it
without obscuring the view
of rolling surf beyond
The Hawk Corner Room 1:10pm
My Bed is laid
with The Quilt of Purple Ripples
under an array
of framed memorabilia
in Eliza’s Room
while She is away
messing about in boats
Joanna Gilman Hyde 