The Hawk Corner Room 7:35pm
The Prettiest Light
is in The Eastern Sky
when The Sun goes down in The West
The East soaks It in
in Mauve, then Chiffon Pink
with Blue-grey underneath
hovering over The Water
I sit and think
how Yesterday
is no more
how Today
is ending thus
The Hawk Corner Room 1:15pm
Do My Cells Know
I Am Exhibiting
“A Failure To Thrive” —
Do They Know I Have Not Eaten Lunch
& That I Cannot
Possibly Take The Cats To The Vet
Tomorrow
For Their Annual Inoculations?
The Hawk Corner Room 10:43am
I have to write
as if My Life depended on it —
I have to write
as I watch The Silver Streaks
out on the ocean
move from singular lines
to eye-splitting patches
taking over
the murky darker grey
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:57pm
I live a life
of comparative luxury
with My Weight
on My Left Hip
& My Right Ankle relaxed
while I peel off
My Mother’s Silver Bangles
ancient ring of gold & amethyst
I’m not rich — yet —
but I expect to be
in This Lifetime
in the meantime
I eat frugally
& engage in a very limited
society of friends
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:40pm
I stood in My Raspberry LLB Sippers from China
& Fuchsia Turtle-neck Sweater from Years Ago
to enunciate in front of My Bedded Husband
Three Fundamental Rules
For This Planet:
1. No Legalized Abortion
2. No Militarized Killing
3. No Capital Punishment
& asked One Question
for All of Us to Ask:
What Is The Value
of One Human Life?
The Hawk Kitchen 6:57pm
From My Kitchen Glass Doors
I can consume The Western Light
scattered across The Grass
illuminating The Scraggly Apple
Scrub Spruce beyond
out to The Line of Blue Atlantic
trimmed with A Streak
of Warm Grey Cloud
caught
by The Golden Glow
and set before Me
on My Plate
The Hawk Basement 1:22pm
Last Night I had
A Poem in My Head
as I lay in My Warm Bed
too tired to rise & write It down
Is It trickling down through
The Remainder
of This Day
too as My Grandmother would say:
NOTHING IS LOST?
The Hawk Corner Room 5:38pm
Today I have seen The Face
of A Dear Boy, A Soulful Man
behind a wall of glass
as He rose to Meet Me
His is The Face
I am Reading, Reaching
to Touch His Expectant Eyes
to Hug His Hopeful Frame
to Hear His Questioning Words
Sincerely Conversant as I sit beside
Him, The Embodiment
of Our Purpose
The Hawk Corner Room NOON
Black Jesus Stands
In Her Vestment Of Liquid Silver
To Gaze Out Over
The Shimmering Sea
Of Our New Day
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:11pm
Black Jesus stood at Her Kitchen Sink
& looked down
into the slowly swirling soap film
on the surface of Her Casserole Dish
She was about to wash clean
She saw a collection of galaxies
swimming clock-wise
& right before Her EYEs
The Galaxies turned into Spermatozoa
& She decided not to wash
She left Her Station to eat A Piece Of Carrot Cake
& when She came back
She looked again —
Her Casserole contained
The Universe
Joanna Gilman Hyde 