The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:39am
The Sea is tarnished Silver
with an illuminated break above
We have done our best
to support a friend
who hears voices
and is trying out
a new regime
The Hawk Deck 11:30am
I Saw A Star Of Blue
within My Field Of Red
It came behind a thought
as I languished in My Bed
It struck Me of A Friend
so very dear to Me:
She is starkly beautiful
and lives in misery
The Hawk Outpost 5:48pm
Last Night You Showed Me
The Moon
Tonight I Have Seen It
Again
Between Parted Clouds
While I Think Of You —
Your Friend,
Joanna
The Hawk Portico 2:22pm
–
The waves speak to Me
not as a neighbour would
but as a mother might:
“Shhh, Joge, Shhh
Everything Will Be Al-right “
–
The birds speak to Me
of the waves beyond
as if the chirps & calls
& singular silver notes
are accent marks
to the surging shoreline
–
The fog speaks to Me
through the echo of its horn
semi-distant
complimenting
the readied speech
of melodic birds
& the steady rush
of tide
–
The insects speak to Me
landing on My Pages
as if in observation
of My finalizing penmanship
telling Me to go ahead
“Soak it all in and
let it all out”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 