The Hawk Window Seat 6:30pm
I have turned a corner
into a park-lit lane
surrounded by imported trees
& shadows floating on
newly cut grass
lush & green in the dappled sun
I am Home now
in My Mind
where I can hear
a song’s refrain
& be guided
to My Ultimate Destiny
The Hawk Kitchen 2:11pm
My House affords a clear view
even in the fog
I see the layers of scrub spruce
receding
from The Cats on the deck
& bread rising
with The Kettle on
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:02pm
Two Little Girls, My Nieces
have added more Stars
to My House
tracking up My Stairs
from The Beach
for Me to sweep up
& turn Them into
My Galactic Palm
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:00pm
They are The Nuns of The Night
putting on Their Alien Lamp
with a wave of A Purple Latex Glove
taking care of My Dentifrice
humming a Serena Ryder tune
The Hawk Outpost 9:00am
I See The Silver
Sheen Upon The Ocean So
I Know I Am Home
The Hawk West Desk Window 12:15pm
Two Jehovah’s Witnesses
knocked on My Side Door
while I was mopping upstairs
& tried to get Me
to believe in Satan
but I would have none of it:
“I give The Devil no credence”
They said, “So You believe Mankind is responsible
for all the bad things?”
I said, “In part, but I believe
in The Reconciliation of Opposites”
“What’s That?”
I told Them I wanted to get back
to My Cleaning
The Hawk West Desk Window 12:17pm
I Have Seen The Universe
Swirled In The Accidental Toe Print
Of Our White Cloth Bath Mat
In Eliza’s Shower
& When I Stepped Upon It
I Unintentionally Drew Out The Pin Wheel Form
To Leave
A Mere Trace
Of Our Grandest
Design
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:22pm
I’ve seen another Galaxy
end-on in the crumb-laden
line of frosting off a piece
of Carrot Cake —
contained in a clear plastic box
I held
with My Barbie-Band-Aided fingers
from when I sliced My Left Index
& where Astro scratched
My Pinkie
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:22pm
In Memory Of All The Flies
Who Died When I Sprayed
Their Cranny
Over My Storm Door —
In Memory Of All Those
Times I Let You Out
Carefully Lowering The Glass Panel
On The Screen
To Ease You Down Without Harm —
I Have Had To Sweep Off
Your Carcasses
From My Step
& Hope I Never See Your Brothers
Joanna Gilman Hyde 