The Hawk Dining Room 9:06am
The Silver Glare
off The Sea
leaks into My Eyes
It makes Me thirsty
to watch It so
I’ll drink My Glass
marked “LIFE”
The Hawk Portico 1:50pm
Twenty years or so ago
I asked My Carpenter Husband
to build Me A Church —
“It would be a folly,” was His Answer —
Well I have My Church:
I have My Body, My Temple
I have My House By The Sea
I have My Small Town Nova Scotia
I have My Country Canada
& So I Have My World
The Hawk Outpost 5:08pm
My View of The Ocean
rises unadorned
but for the faint swath of pink
from The Sun behind Me
having set, earlier
than before
The Hawk Outpost 10:25am
The Birds on the wire
know not
the chaos to come
in human terms
Let Nature be spelled
& All Birds
sanctified
The Hawk Dining Room 9:30am
The Morning Glare
off My Ocean
fills My Room
with liquid light
I glimpse My Self
in My Mother’s Mirror
to catch That Figure
of foreseeable might
The Hawk Living Room 1:28pm
One Weekend in Early November
My Daughter decided
to quit school
— finishing out the semester of course —
to go to Florida
to work on a boat
— the powering kind —
She wrote a to-do list
blended up an avocado smoothie
for Me to taste
& That was That
The Hawk Dining Room 9:55am
The Silver Clouds
beam across the sky
leaving Their Mark upon The Sea
The Sea is steel now
The Clouds heavy
with The Weight
of My Life-line
The Hawk Outpost 10:15am
I have risen to The Gleam Of Silver
aeons in the making
having set Its High
& clung to It
I will witness The World’s
turn-around
from the light of gold
to The Shower Of Silver —
from the day of the yellow metal
to The Night of The White
The Hawk Queen Bed 11:11am
While Our Second Pot of Coffee
steeped
an amorphous flock of Starlings
(at least I assume They were Starlings)
crowded out the sky to the south
& landed on several high wires
matting there
until They took off
scattered
to the west
leaving the wires swaying
in Their rush
leaving Me to pour The Coffee
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:08pm
Big News among The Crows
today, heralded by several Jays
as I looked to The Grey Ocean
& Sky — The US Mint
sold out Its Silver Eagles
while A Great Blue Heron flew
past My Kitchen Outpost
Joanna Gilman Hyde 