The Hawk Portico 10:34am
I just watched A Fly
sitting on My White Pyjama Shirt
rub His Back Legs together
& then extend His Back Right Leg
up & over the top of His Right Wing
presumably to clean It
twice
The Hawk Deck 1:00pm
Today A Horsefly
sat upon My Deck Rail
Big & Ugly
named A Creature of Satan
by My Mother —
I did not swat It
I did not kill It
I have never before
spared The Life
of One of Those
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22pm
Every night @ 9:30 I swallow a concoction
of medical remedies for sleep
— not to build a cocoon of ages —
but to bury Me underwater
like The Dragonfly Nymph
Who emerges after several years
into clear summer air
to fly the frenzied mating dance
to be admired
should She land against
the sleeve or head
of The Silver Haired Doctor
bent on examination
The Hawk Deck 9:51am
I don’t kill Flies any-more —
if One’s in The House bugging Me
I try to catch It against a window
in The Palm of My Hand
I feel It beating against
My Fingers
until I let It go
outside
Did God create The Dragonfly
to fly out of nymph-hood Today
of All Days?
Or has The Dragonfly created Itself
over eons
to emerge from arbitrary randomness?
–
I have been answered
by swarms of midges
screaming out to Me
for recognition
Joanna Gilman Hyde 