The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22am
I am wearing the colour of vulnerability
is it still the colour of surrender?
I stand in the bathroom mirror
& look at My Self — Dual Citizen
a representative of North America
in LL Bean Blue Jeans
& white sweat shirt
Grey Star at My Neck
Diamond Rings blaze on both My Hands
What do I stand for?
Canadian/US Citizen
on guard
for
Thee
The Hawk Deck 11:22am
Take away The Question
what do You have
That Which Is
all around You
in front of Your Blazing Eyes
at the touch of Your Sticky Fingers
at the smell of Your Pristine Nose
at the lure of Your Thankful Ears
at the taste of Your Capable Tongue
The Meaning is in Your Voice
in Your Gesture
in Your Mind
The Hawk Deck 10:45am
How Ironic, My Private Gold
— I wrote Gold! —
told Me I am A Star
“so go to sleep”
— She told Me
to go To Sleep!
while here now I am waiting
watching
to see The World
awake!
The Hawk Deck 10:40am
I’m a wanna-be Spiritual Leader
I wanna teach Humanity
to love Itself
How corny is that?
Here on My Deck I love
in The Light Of Morning
I wanna cry out
“Love Your Selves!”
The heck with God —
We bumbling Humans
are where It’s At
Look what We can make
of Our Selves
Wanna Bet?
The Hawk Basement 11:25am
My Eyes for Our Visions
My Nose for Our Memories
My Mouth for Our Delight
My Brains for Our Dreaming
My Breasts for Our Sustenance
My Genitals for Our Desire
My Arms for Our Embracing
My Hands for Our Work
My Feet for Our Mobility
–
My Innards for Our Digestion
of Me
My Heart for Our Love
The Hawk Corner Room 7:55pm
Are We the only planet
aligned between a sun
and a moon
in perfect symmetry
to house
Our Selves?
The Hawk Portico 4:15pm
Silver is not a barbaric relic
as Gold has been called
Silver as a standard of measurement
is tried & true
I may be worth millions
in a very short time
as I have bought into
The Sterling Which Fell On My Head
at a specific date
one sunny afternoon
over twenty years ago
& Which has been incubating
ever since
The Hawk Corner Room 1:05pm
I take care of A Doctor:
I bring Him His Coffee
upon waking
I wash His Silver Hair
@ 8:00
I bring His Cereal
to The Computer
I kiss Him
upon leaving
–
When He’s home sick
I take The Phone out of The Bedroom
I feed The Cats
I station My Self in The House
or out on The Deck in fair weather
to check on Him
to see if He’s still asleep
or if He wants Anything
Joanna Gilman Hyde 