The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:17am
Out on My Deck, briefly
to assess The Silver Sea
as I stood on a mat of rope
A Humming Bird came to Me —
was it My Fuchsia Pyjama Top
which prompted saying “Hi”?
Or was He alerting Me
to The Importance of My Day
before He said “Good-bye”?
The Hawk Kitchen 4:12pm
I can feed Millions
with My Ham & Broccoli Casseroles
My Trays of Eggplant Parmesan
My Pots of Baked Spaghetti
Yes — I Am A Cook
& I Am Cooking up
The Feast
of God’s Deposition
May 19, 2015 The Hawk Queen Bed 10:06pm
Sometimes The Wind and Tide
combine to augment
The Sound as It is delivered
of The Waves accompanied
by Peepers, heightened by Peepers
to calm The Way
to Sleep
*only truth pertaining to Me uttered by the psychiatrist I had for eight years
The Hawk Kitchen Sink 7:08pm
In My Galactic Frying Pan
sits the grease of aeons
each particle stationary
forming The Whole
against water, still
until The Lady of The House
decides
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:15pm
The Sky is a watercolour wash —
have I said that before?
Probably — One Stripe
is the same as The Ocean
& so includes Itself
as a partition
of liquid cloud
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:35pm
She was My Little Girl
My Masterpiece of Perfection
The Adorable Child
I have only in photographs
separated from Me
while I was ill
NOW — She is off
from Miami Beach
to British Columbia
leaving another heart
The Hawk Laundry Room 1:47pm
I bought A Purple Bottle
today of lavender laundry wash
with My Famous Silver Rays
on the label
& announced to My Husband
for all of Sobey’s to hear:
“I am a consumer on the march —
My Spending Practices are watched
My Tastes are recorded
for The Fashions of The Times
for The Big Buy-out
of Earth’s Silver Load!”
May 15, 2015 The Hawk Queen Bed 9:42pm
Women are bleeding
all over The Globe
having babies and abortions
I am so tired
I could sleep for a thousand years
& wake to A New Day
of Knowing
& wake to A New Long Day
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:48pm
In The Jordan Bay House
Howard and Eye were put to bed
at 8 o’clock
with late evening sun
pouring in over the ridge
to the west of our Grandparents’
It came through uncurtained windows
as We lay in Our Beds
tired from Our Days
at the shore
or helping in Granmamma’s garden
or Pappy’s workshop —
those were the domains
of Our Grandparents while Our Mother
worked on Her Island House
half a harbour away
where She would sleep
forever when She died
with sheep walking over
Her Grave
The Hawk Portico 2:22pm
Hello My Question Mark Ring!
You’re back on My Right Middle Finger
from where You should
never have strayed
I Love You Question Mark Ring
with Your enormous chunk of cut quartz crystal
& Your lower level of twenty-four diamonds
shaped for Your Name
I am proud of You
& All You Represent:
My Fortitude
My Grace
My Happiness of Place
The Question is merely
for Those Who Do Not Know Me
for I open up to anyone
close
I open up for You
My Dearest Emblem of Faith
Joanna Gilman Hyde 