The Hawk West Desk Window 8:30pm
The Hawk Inlet is calm
reflecting a thick & hazy sunset
The Cape is green
along Its jagged dunes
One Puzzled Mosquito
spies on Me
through the window
as I sit on My Desk
When I was a Child
I decided to be an Artist
so I could paint paintings
to hang in My Own House —
I would have My Own Art
surrounding Me as I have now
with The Sea, The Sky & Sounds of Birds
–
I am wearing My Purple Robe
out on The Deck on a grey day —
dry & still — I hear The Waves
& drink My Tea
thinking of My Full Self
& The Flies that buzz
around Me
The Hawk Deck 11:35pm
Oh Fly, why do You light
on My Knee?
Why do You stay awhile —
what makes You go?
Do You know something
I don’t?
–
Oh Fly, why do You light
on My Sleeve
looking at Me
while You wash Your Arms?
Are You as curious
as I am?
What makes You leave?
Are You coming back?
The Hawk Deck 6:50pm
I’d like to paint a picture
of The Skyscape before Me
without the interruption of a single bug:
The Clouds are blue & gold
moving to The South
majestic, cumulus
layered above My Ocean
highlighted by The Sun
setting to The West–
here comes one mosquito
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 