YOUR HAND
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
Your Hand upon My Forearm
— My Left —
is like a caress of Gold
but Silver
I must have
The Light Of The Night
Let Me Go
into Tarnished Darkness
for I am certain
not to be alone
There
The Hawk Deck 11:00am
I have turned into
a religious figure
dressed in purple robe
& sun hat
holding My mauve & gold
Journal
on My Knee
I hear the birds
a lawn mower
& write
of The Solace
I seek for Others
Who may share
My View
of The Internal God
The Hawk Deck 9:32am
I have seen The Little Grey & Yellow Bird
open Its Beak, twice,
to sing Its Morning Tune
to fly away
& return
to chirp again
and so all is right
in My World
My Painting will lead The Way
to The Global Stabilization
We are awaiting
in Our Hearts
& Mind
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:00pm
I Know What
is going to happen
I Know What
is happening
I Know What is Going
to happen
I Know What
is happening
(arms bent up & out to the sides
head facing up)
We Are Ushering
in a new era
We Are Ushering In
The New Age
The Hawk Kitchen 7:50pm
I have drunk My First Beverage
W–A–T–E–R
from My Chalice Divine
standing before My Dramatic Sky
of heavy mauve cloud
& Illuminated Gull
reaching around
to the sea-view
Barrington Passage, NS 2:22pm
I’m sitting in a Doctor’s Office
One of The Safest Places
in The World
or is It?
Here I am given a little green pill
to ward off anxiety
about The World at Large
I have had My Talk
& My Walk
but continue to feel
a shadow
of uneasiness
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:45pm
Look Out Children
‘cuz here I come
to colour Your World
in Pink & Gold
from Horizon to Horizon
I’m here to show You
True Blue
the ancient cauldrons
of desire
for leadership
of decades
aeons