The Hawk Dining Room 7:56am
The Sun Streams
Its Way Down
To The Ocean
In Trapezoidal Sections
Through The Mottled
Water-colour Sky
The Hawk Kitchen 5:43pm
God Is Not Above
God Is In You
filling You whole
& looking out
from Your Eyes
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:47am
By The Power
Vested In Me
By The Shower Of Silver Lights
I Am The God
With VOICE
& I Am Speaking
To The World
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:04pm
EYE AM SWEET
Jesus
in M(EYE) BRAND NEW
BULLET-PROOF VEST
over
My Black Negligee
over
My Black Lace Bra
The Hawk Deck 12:42pm
I Fed The Gulls
In My Signature Dress
in view of conscientious construction workers
& Fed My Husband
a bagel & cream cheese
while He Listened
to The Internet
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:40pm
I can hear Nova Scotia
in the song of the birds
on the convolutions of the wind
breezing through My Screen
Yes, I am screened in —
I live a life for God
by Her Design
I am laden
with My Perfect
Responsibility
meshing with the object
of My Deepest Wish
The Hawk Kitchen 8:30am
I have been wrestling
with God all My Life
finally I am winning
I have taken control
of the biggest force I know
& made Him do
His Dirty Work
for Me
The Hawk Kitchen 4:12pm
I can feed Millions
with My Ham & Broccoli Casseroles
My Trays of Eggplant Parmesan
My Pots of Baked Spaghetti
Yes — I Am A Cook
& I Am Cooking up
The Feast
of God’s Deposition
Joanna Gilman Hyde 