The Hawk West Desk Window 9:34pm
Everyone was once A Molten Star
far away from Everything, but part
of A Churning Galaxy with Its Own Identity
A Uniqueness cast into Our Humanness
and when We Die, We Return
to The Eternal Cycle
and burn
The Hawk West Desk Window 6:15pm
When I Go To Sleep At Night
I Think Of All Of Humanity
Swarming Over The Globe
Half Of Them/Us
Asleep In Acres Of Bedding
Each Speck A World To Itself
Unique In Its Make-up
Unique In The Life It Lives
Like The Configurations Of Galaxies
In The Petri Dish
Of Our Universe
I See A Piece Of The Universe
on My Husband’s Urban Tribe Sweater
washed in Tide
in and out Tide
& dried in Bounce
to get The Fuzz off —
but I’m afraid
I’ll have to use
The Lint Brush
Now
What Do I See On My Lint Brush?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 