The Hawk Portico 5:15pm
I absorb surf
sounding off
from The Cape
I catch
swells of waves
rushing inshore
filtering through
scrub spruce
across open yards
streaming into My Limbs
to meet My Body’s Core
The Hawk Deck 11:36am
I am drinking in
The Autumn
when I drink My Tea
I am taking in
the lower sun
the preparations
of neighbours’ lawns
the last mowings
the wood split
for winter
The Hawk Outpost 9:17am
Silver Light envelopes Me
as I stand before
My Hawk Outpost —
I see The Beads Of Light
on The Laundry Line
& feel the warmth of Sun
shimmering
through My cobwebbed
window
The Hawk Outpost 10:22am
I am so happy here
sending My Doctor
off to work
in His light-blue
wrinkle-free
shirt
hanging Our Comforter
on the line
while a neighbour’s
in Her Bathrobe
& I am in My Pyjamas
The Hawk Outpost 8:46am
I see The Sun, Silver
on My Ocean
with electric lines
down by the shore
looking like spider threads
laden with morning dew
Tusket, NS 1:35pm
Women have been housed
in harems
insane asylums
in societies
They have been burned
drowned, beheaded
allowed to be disowned
by Their own families
& stoned
to death
The Hawk Outpost 7:58am
I see The Sun
breathing in and out
behind the fog
obscuring the ocean
dampening the foliage
planting its dew
upon My Grass
The Hawk Portico 7:40pm
Down by The Guzzle tonight
I saw a young gull
with His breathy Beep – Beep —
He was with a parent gull
presumably
Who flew a few yards off
perhaps because of My proximity —
and Young Gull flew too
and circled overhead, beeping
to land
straight down
beside His Bond
The Hawk Deck 9:55am
I have a view
from The Corner of My Deck
where the open steps go down
to the grass
beyond which is the hedge
of bamboo, the scrub spruce
& one silhouetted roof-line
meeting the horizon
of silver glitter
which is Mine
The Hawk Deck Rail 8:55am
The Ocean is so calm
I see only one silver streak
along the horizon
and the occasional
silver glint
spark
closer in
Joanna Gilman Hyde 