The Hawk West Desk Window 2:22pm
Women The World Over
are feeding Lunch to Their Men
& cleaning up afterwards
while The Game’s still on
The Hawk West Desk Window 4:11pm
ICONIC POWER:
WESTERN FEMININE APPEAL
COLLIDES WITH ISLAM
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:45am
My Children live
in temporary housing:
Peak’s is an 8′ x 12′ cubicle
in a modular unit
furnished by Cenovus
in Alberta —
Eliza’s is a room in the basement
of a house owned by a single mother
5 minutes away from Acadia University
These are the rooms
meant for not much more than laying down One’s Head —
the private enclaves of worker and student —
These are the habitats of youth
on the move
on Their Way to achieving
some semblance of
permanance
The Hawk Kitchen 5:00pm
I Pledge Allegiance
To One Fat Cloud
Watched Out My Kitchen Window
Until It Shrinks From A Golden Swath
Into A Fluff Of Grey
and I lose it
The Hawk Window Seat 3:55pm
Silver-edged clouds sway
parting light to drowsy nap:
“Get Up, Make Some Tea!”
The Hawk Queen Bed 1:22pm
Trying to take a nap
with one Ativan
& My Doctor/Husband beside Me
I am in My Underwear
with snow squalls out Our window
— I don’t have My Glasses on —
everything’s all a blurb
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22am
The Day Looks Much Like
A Day In Early Spring:
Snow Banks Lined With Slush
Over Ground Sodden
Beneath The Blowing Fog
Of Yester-year
The Hawk Portico Steps 1:38pm
Today I eat My Home Made Toast
out by a fading snow drift
I listen to the familiar surf
out past the thawing Cape
The Single Call of a nearby Crow
invites Me to This Feast
of My Outside Hour:
I Drink
The Hawk Window Seat 10:44am
Today I stuck My Head out
the sliding glass door
of My Kitchen
to hear The Chorus
of clamouring Jays
ushering in
The Promise
of a New Spring
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:28pm
The Evening Clouds
Are Heavy Silver
— everything comes to silver —
Moving From The Still-luminous West
Overhead As I Sit On The End
Of My Tomato-Coloured Couch
Savouring The Portrait
I Am Making
Of My Sky
Joanna Gilman Hyde 