The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:40am
I see The Silver Lining
of the cloud bank over head
out to sea I look
to the pewter of the waves
The Sun is out, clouded
casting Its own Silver
across the rippled sky
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:28am
I see the pale disc
of sun, looking like a golden coin
on the rise
through a streak of cloud
moving into its halo
soaked up
by its own illumination
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:05am
This Morning’s Light
has blended into The Sky
The Houses on The Beach
are silhouetted against The Sea
The Hedge Row rustles
through My Outpost Window
Our Coffee has been steeped
The Tomato-coloured Couch 12:50pm
It started in The Shower
last fall
against the white
bathroom stall
& then I started seeing
It against the white
dishwasher in My Kitchen
I even carried It
into Sobey’s
one night while Hunter
waited in the car
I saw It again last night
& watched It circle My Head
in The Mirror of My All
The Hawk Kitchen 8:18am
I have A Crystal Ball
stationed in My Kitchen
It tells My Fortune
while I steep the coffee
It trims The Lamp
I retrieved from Barrington
when The Sun
hits Its Prisms
It Lights My Morning
in The Dawning
of My Extended Life
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:04am
The Sun broke through
The Winter Clouds
like a giant eye
& I could see
Its lower lid
dressed in Gold
like a vein
of precious Light
The Hawk Outpost 8:00pm
I see a star-scape
in the canopy
of very cold snow —
One Flake
has Me transfixed
by Its glittering reflection
from an indirect
light
of something as mundane
as the deck lamp
Barrington Passage, NS 7:20pm
The Light from The West
fell upon the low-treed banks
of Cape Island’s Eastern Shore
& I thought:
“There is My Home —
there is The Island which houses
The Hawk
& I will drive to It
with My Husband of a decade-and-a-half
& I will be Illuminated
by Its Western Light
as We meander tonight
through what We call
The Long Way Home“
Joanna Gilman Hyde 