The Hawk Corner Room 5:00pm
I Own The Perfect View:
180 Degrees, Panoramic
Lined With Ocean & Treetops & Sky
Rocky Shore, Extension of Rolling Surf —
It Is My Haven, My Refuge
I Can Sit Before My Aerial View
For Hours
& Not Wish I Were Anywhere Else
The Hawk Corner Room 11:34am
Today I Saw The Thinnest Line of Birds
Flying North
I Watched Them ‘Till They Vanished
And Lateral Clouds With Single Gulls
Took Over
The Hawk Corner Room 1:53pm
You were incubating within Me
sixteen years ago
and on the anniversary of My Mother’s Death
by fate
You were removed
still screaming
as I hear You now
propelling Me to write out
what You still mean —
Where Are Your Bones?
Did You Have Them?
Are They in The Starry Dust
I See Throughout My House?
And Your Little Heart —
Did You Have One Yet?
Does It Beat When I Hear
My Favourite Songs?
And Your Blood —
The Only Part Of You I’m Sure Of —
It Still Gushes From Me
And Pushes Me Through
The Hawk Corner Room 9:26am
I See The Thinnest of A Silver Line
Along The Piece of Horizon Facing Me
Cloud Banks Are In Linear Formation
Above The Silver
The Ocean
Is A Grey Foundation:
My Foothold To The Structure of The Sky
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:44pm
My Third Grade Class Trip
to The Statue of Liberty
involved climbing the interior
circular staircases
up to Her Crown
— or was it Her Arm?
seeing Humans below
looking like ants
as I wrote the next day
from My Changed Perspective
and did I write
that Miss Robley
gave Me a dime
to buy An Orange Popsicle?
The Hawk Corner Room 5:12pm
I have given up
on Black & Purple
— That Lethal Combination —
even when My Black Cat sits
beside a pair of Purple
UGG Boots by The Kitchen Door
I think of My Art School Satin Lips
& Black Fuzzy Bed
of Purple Phalli
I am no longer interested
in The Symbolism of The Night
of hidden passions
under cover of Darkness
I am in The Sedate
Components
of The Spectrum
The Hawk Corner Room 10:37am
Eliza is off to Italy
I’ve washed Her Bedding
& re-made Her Bed
I’m Showered & Changed
into moss green & taupe
eating a piece of Ancient Grain Toast
& drinking a cup of tea
in Eliza’s tidied Corner Room
I may not run into DHW
before He leaves again
but now, for some reason
I don’t really care
Highway 103 5:22pm
Sometime In The 90’s
My Father Bought Me
A $10.00 Knitted Dress
Somewhere In Connecticut
But It Fell Apart
Before I Got To Vermont
–
Highway 3, Barrington 6:03pm
20 Years Is As Long
As Some Prison Terms
& I Have Been Imprisoned
That Long
By My Divine Quest
Yet To Be Undone
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:48pm
My Preciousness I will dress for You
in White & Silver
to meet You at The Pearly Gates
with a bouquet of Almond Roses
I will take Your Right Hand with My Left
as I have longed to for these back-to-back decades
I will be in Contrast to Your Blackness
to Your Latency
I will provide The Opposition
for Our Reconciliation painted Grey
Joanna Gilman Hyde 