The Hawk Deck 12:42pm
I Fed The Gulls
In My Signature Dress
in view of conscientious construction workers
& Fed My Husband
a bagel & cream cheese
while He Listened
to The Internet
The Hawk Portico 4:57pm
EYE will not be contained
by a cottage studio
where EYE write or paint
the fog tumbling in
like the meringue
EYE fold
into MEYE Bread Pudding
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:18am
The Sky is heavenly this morning
with subtle streaks of sun rays
shining down in broken lines
of Silver on The Sea
–
When next I looked
the clouds had shifted
allowing Sun
to bathe the water
in glimmering shimmer
and to bathe My Heart
in Star Light
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:11am
I open My Window
to the cries of gulls
& flash My Eyes against
the light out over
My Morning Ocean
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:10pm
There is safety in talking
about the weather
but not in asking
about the doings of someone new:
“I don’t know the girl —
she writes poetry”
July 17, 2015 The Hawk Queen Bed 10:00pm
Your Years are like
a possession —
whatever decade you
happen to be in —
Those Years belong
to You
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:32pm
I See A Peach-coloured Star
lowering Itself
beneath the wires
sinking into the fog
of the shoreline
It Is My Home Star
The Hawk Hallway 6:50pm
Silver Glows
Upon The Westward Sea
The High Wires
Glitter In The Sun
Still High
While My Fish
Melts Under The Broiler
The Hawk Living Room 1:08pm
I just danced
to Daft Punk, One More Time
here in My Hawk Living Room
— the last time I danced
like I was from Outer Space
was during one month
in The Nova Scotia Hospital —
for Those Who don’t know
It’s The Province’s largest mental hospital
re-named The East Coast Forensic Unit
and of that month
I cannot recall a single day
but the day I arrived
Joanna Gilman Hyde 