The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:18pm
The Polish has been subdued a little
off My Sparkling Day —
I am inside with the cool wind out
The Radio is on
I am drinking copious quantities of water
from My Glass Marked “LIFE”
–
1:25pm
The World can reach into My Heart
& pull out all The Hope It Needs
to get Us through this rough time
this transition from Gold to Silver
Day to Night
Sun to Moon
West to East
Man to Woman
Yes, take It all —
It’s free, right here
My Hope Lives
Where I Live
The Hawk Deck 11:35am
I am not beyond writing
how good I feel
sitting in the sun
in the privacy of My Deck
I look to the ocean
for inspiration
& find all I need
within The Self I am today
— A Supreme Self
basking in the knowledge
of all things
coming to good
Ultimately
The Hawk Deck 10:06am
I Am Guarding My Ocean
I Am Watching For Birds
To Record Their Song
Accompanying Each Moment
Of Scenic Bliss
A Dog Barks, A Neighbour Calls
To Another
While I Sit
In My Red Deck Chair
Taking Stock
The Hawk Deck 9:17am
The Air Has Cleared Here
The Ocean Dazzles My Brain
I Am Up For The Morning
In What Feels Like Early Fall
I Am Leaving Behind
Every Past Anxiety
Looking Forward To The New Aerial View
Of This Planet
Upon Which
I Thankfully Reside
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:51pm
I had to line up at 9:00pm
for My “Meds”
with monotonous regularity
during My Confinement(s)
where My “Activity Level” was marked
“O” on a big white bulletin board
& all I could do to occupy My Self
was write in My Diary
never finish a jigsaw puzzle
& put up signs in My Room
stating “I Am The Figurative Christ”
& “I Am Starving (literally) for Somebody
Nobody Knows” — name spelled out on sign —
(They made Me take the signs down)
The Hawk Deck 7:30pm
Nothing will unhinge My Happiness
here —
no dying or dead parents
no deranged brother
no cloak of depression
only My Black Cat Astro
— if He were to die
I would be heart-broken:
My Happiness mauled to pieces
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:11pm
I am the eleven-year-old school girl
trudging up Mountainview Avenue
deliberately crossing through woods
in front of My House
rather than take the paved drive way
–
I am a Tower of Poetic License
I write My Life as It comes to Me
in grades of Sterling Silver
in shades of reconciliation
between black & white
I am Alive
& I know it
even in My Seep
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:50pm
My Body is My Universe
have I said this somewhere else —
outside of My Self?
My Body is all I know
for sure
of My Existence
exposed & exposing
galactic patterns on My Limbs
My Torso
My Intelligent Cells
work wonders of upkeep
circulating
even when I sleep
The Hawk Portico 4:08pm
How many dead souls
can be attached to one
Butterfly?
No one near to Me has died
recently
yet there before My Stoop
flitted One for the taking
like The Birds
Who go unadorned
with such heraldry
The Hawk Portico 2:15pm
It’s My Job
to write about The Sinuosity
of My Neighbour’s Flag
momentarily out straight
It undulates in what wind
We have —
hypnotic in Its Red Swaths
Its Red Maple Leaf luffing
indelibly against The Forever
Blue Sea
Joanna Gilman Hyde 