The Hawk Deck 9:51am
I don’t kill Flies any-more —
if One’s in The House bugging Me
I try to catch It against a window
in The Palm of My Hand
I feel It beating against
My Fingers
until I let It go
outside
The Hawk Family Room 7:50pm
I wouldn’t normally write about laundry lines
but the ones around here
are so endearing
in their neatness
I am compelled to compose
right on the computer
to line up
the biggest towels first
then the hand towels
then all the innumerable
face cloths
and on one line
a copper-coloured sheet set
with pillow cases
spiral-patterned
The Hawk Deck 5:40pm
“I don’t know what to think
about Time.
I can’t put My Finger
on It.”
from a friend of Joanna’s
The Hawk Deck 3:03pm
We are into Late Summer now
I need a sweater on
in The Shade of The Afternoon Deck
I sit across from The Steps
with The Strata
of Leafy Hedge
Scrub Spruce
Ocean
& Sky
before
Me
The Hawk Deck 2:22pm
I was raised on an after-school diet
of fairy tales
listened to
on My Mother’s record player
with British accents I absorbed
the lamentations
of The Little Mermaid
Cinderella
Snow White
& Sleeping Beauty
& wrote in My First Adolescent Diary
“Could He Be The One?”
The Hawk Deck 12:50pm
When My Husband’s at work
& it’s nice out
I put a place-mat
on My Wrought Iron Table
& sit in a folding chair
for My One Can Of Soup
from Our Endless Basement
Supply
The Hawk Deck 10:26am
Unlike The Indoor Cat
Who contemplates going out
and goes
but not for long
I have arrived at My Fate
and will stay here
in any kind of weather
because I’ve seen It coming
I’ve felt the pull of ecstasy
I am Set Up
to receive It
Open Armed
Open Legged
The Hawk Deck 8:55am
It’s warming up
to a beautiful day
I Am Ushering In My Life
out on The Deck
I Am Eating My Banana
in a contemplative mode
listening, as always, to North Eastern Surf
dressed in My Robe
of Warm Silver
Joanna Gilman Hyde 