The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:47am
The Sun is somewhere
behind the fog
Oh I see It!
White Orb
halo-ed by the mist
promising
a clearing
a day for laundry?
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:55am
The Sun Has Risen
Above A Bank Of Fog
Obscuring My True Horizon
Creating A Softer Line
Couching The Sun’s Reflection
In The Ocean
Underneath
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:34am
The Scrub Spruce are receding
into The Fog
I have situated My Wrought Iron Chair
square on
to see The Spread of Ocean
when It clears
The Hawk Deck 3:25
The Surf is rising —
I hear It beyond
the fog-wafted scrub spruce
to The North
–
It is calling Me:
The Waves surge through My Limbs
then subside
while I get My Breath
–
My Art is in My Pen
driven by My Surroundings:
today the breezy fog
accompanied by horns
low-pitched
meshes with a Chickadee’s chirp
as I relinquish all longing
& bask in My SELF
Joanna Gilman Hyde 