Sobey’s Parking Lot 3:55pm
Through roadside fields of Lupine
I drove My Manuscript
home
after saying Good-bye
to My New Psychiatrist
I will see no longer —
“How will You remain stable?”
She asked,
“EYE will be looking after
M(EYE) Self”
The Hawk Portico 2:25pm
There was that time —
too long a time —
when I would not get dressed
would lie in bed
and wish the worst
upon My Self —
–
Now if I choose to wear
My Pyjamas all day
it is simply because
I am enjoying My Leisure
My Bird Song
and The Waves
The Hawk Deck 9:35am
With My Right Hand over My Eyes
I stand at attention
as The Waves march in
as I held My Hand over
My Heart
as A Child in School
pledging My Allegiance
to The Flag
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:20pm
How dare anyone
infiltrate My Sanctuary —
especially The Father of My 2.4 Children —
here to The North I have
the forest of scrub spruce I love
the stone wall upon which I contemplated
smashing My Precious Life Glass —
how dare anyone
even a neighbour I like
enter across My Eastern Ocean View
upon which I gaze with such favour —
out there I can let My Mind
be free — free of past
hurt and negation
free of obstacles to My Happiness
so profound
as I stand before
the shores
of My Intellect
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:10am
Silver streaks My Sea
calling Me to My Kitchen
as The Coffee steeps
Sobey’s Parking Lot, Barrington Passage, NS 2:30pm
EYE am Star Woman
on Parade
with M(EYE) Hot Orange
Bouquet
of Mother-in-law Roses
EYE am moving out of the lull
of Spring
into a Summer
of Majesty
and far-flung Love
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:22am
My Ten-thousand Square Foot Painting
still EXISTS
albeit underground
in two unwieldy bundles
somewhere within the confines
of The Orangetown Dump
in Rockland County, New York
where I grew up
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:49am
While putting back the layers
of My Clothes
on the back of My Chair
I found A Green Star
laid against the back
of My Mrs Blair Sweat Suit Top
— A Christmas Tree Star?
How in God’s Name
did It come into view?
Into My Star Box It Goes
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:51am
I see The Silver Streaks
again
across My Silver Sea
I see The Halos of Light
again
throughout My Lashes
framing My Sight
and signifying
The Day of Good
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:12am
I stand in The Warmth
of Silver Sun Light
beaming through My Window —
last night We fought —
or I did —
but got up for coffee
anyway —
and anyway
I’m all right
Joanna Gilman Hyde 