The Hawk Portico 2:24pm
I see a single wave
break
periodically
out past the neighbours’
laundry lines —
I could time it
for You
but that would succeed
only
in winding down
the day
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:41am
The Ocean is calm
so still The Silver
drips in undulating
star form
drip, drip
drop
into My Eyes
and Face
I drink
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:11pm
The Moon Is Gold
Sometimes
When It Rises
But Always Turns
To Silver
High In
The Sky
Eliza’s Room 6:47am
The Sun blankets one wall
before Me in Eliza’s room
It comes through the one window
shaded by a sheer curtain
stamped with purple carnations
I sit up in My Daughter’s Bed
to write of Silver in My Head
on My Mind
I am reaching out to My Ex’s Kind
My Children’s Grandmother et al
giving Them The Hard Sell
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:18pm
Tonight I spared The Life
of a 2nd Silver Fish —
The First One I squished
with My Sandal —
#2 was right against The Black Spiral
on My floor-laden painting
probably going after some glitter glue —
but He caught My Attention
at The Center of My Art
so I quietly observed His Behaviour
testing His Awareness of Me —
I put My index finger above Him
as if to squash
but He didn’t budge
so I let Him Be
New Year’s Day 2012 The Hawk
I am The Silver Christ
Grey if you like
in This Time of Black & White
I represent The Reconciliation
of Opposites
I can Speak
if You Dare To Listen
I can Point
if You Dare To Open
Your Eyes
though I will not blind You
with My Brilliance —
I will fortify You
with Your Own
What Could We Accomplish
Out There
in Our Brave Wide World —
would You allow Me
to become a Child again —
with The Child’s brazen curiosity?
Could You, Would You
dress Me in Silver —
Dazzling Grey —
or shall I stay
in My Thick Grey Robe?
I’m sitting on My Neutral Sofa
with The Atlantic Ocean & Open Sky
both Grey Today
along My Right
& You, All of You —
to My Left
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:15am
The Silver glitters
on My Ocean Front
like the spears
that crashed down on My Head
all around Me
twenty-three years ago —
it’s taken that long
to spread The Glory
from My Sight
out and around
The World
into Our Hands
The Tomato-coloured Couch 12:33pm
EYE stood in the doorway
of My Hawk Living Room
and watched a magical wisp of conglomerated
cat hair
float down
into the light
of My Open Palm
and in that moment
I held The Power
of The Universe
The Hawk Utility Room 9:05pm
I sit before My Latest Painting
starting out as M(EYE) BODY
but quickly seen out
as Aquatic Foliage —
I’m wearing My most expensive earrings
which, earlier today, caught fire
in The Hawk Living Room
when I observed a filament cluster
of cat hair floating mid air
in a beam of sun from The Sky Light —
as I bent to grasp
and missed
The Illuminated Galaxy,
sparks ignited on The Floor —
M(EYE) Precious Grounding Floor —
as I glinted rays dangling from M(EYE) Lobes
all around
and down below
Eliza’s Room 8:11pm
I go to bed at eight o’clock
like a child
back to My Daughter’s Lavender Room
so as not be awakened
before dawn
by various
cats
wanting to be let out
and back in
Joanna Gilman Hyde 