The Hawk West Desk Window 10:44am
I pulled up The Evening Blind
on Today’s Morning
on A Big White Truck
passing Our Living Room Window
showing Me I am On Track
I will not lie in bed
I will row on My Rowing Machine
take A Shower
and make Eggplant Parmesan
The Hawk Dining Room 1:05
The Fog Clouds are shifting rapidly Right to Left
South To North
as I look out My Dining Room Window
determined to capture Their Silver Evocation
of the higher clouds
to capture Them
speeding away from the upper, more stationary
grey silhouettes
of backlit Silver
The Lower Fog Clouds are moving in streaks today
rather than the bulbous blotches
of yesterday
as I look They’re getting thinner, thinner
revealing more & more Silver cloud behind
Oh there They go!
and there They’ve left the magnificent skyscape
brimming with molten undulations
of My Precious Metal
The Hawk Portico 3:15pm
I can hear The Waves
in one direction
& watch Them in another
The Fog Clouds dissipate
underneath a patterned sky
& I am momentarily in The sun
October 14, 2013 The Hawk Queen Bed 10:24pm
She showed Us Her Gift Card Collection:
Tim Horton’s, American Eagle, NSLC
(Nova Scotia Liquor Commission)
–
She said Good-night
on the eve of Her Adult-hood
& closed Her Bedroom Door
on Teenage-hood
Childhood
& Infancy
She took a dark fluffy cat with Her
to sleep
–
She plans to be up @ 6:00am
to leave @ 6:45 to drive
three hours to Her First Class
The New Nineteen-year-old
The Hawk Queen Bed 12:10am
I can hear The Open Air
breathing through Our Bathroom Window
— Its off The Bedroom —
I can go to sleep
dreaming of The Waves
& My established friendship
with The Night
The Hawk Deck 8:57am
I can stand on My Deck
in the faint morning sun
to hear the waves more audibly
than usual —
I can hear the chickadees calling
briefly
I am so grateful
(but You know that already)
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
He sees Me as I see Myself
He knows Me as I know My Self
He is My Mirror Image
I will follow Him forever
as He has followed Me
since The Dawn of Time
The Hawk Corner Room 6:52pm
We have A Picture Window in Our House
on The East Side upstairs
overlooking The Atlantic by a 180 degree expanse
across ocean, light houses and sky —
without This Opening I would be cut off
from Those Eastern pinks of Sun
setting behind Me
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:55pm
White Trucks are mechanical Angels of Mercy
I saw One driving out of the polling station today
after voting for My Liberal MLA
(Member of The Provincial Legislative Assembly)
Whom My Husband says is Pro-Life
Joanna Gilman Hyde 