The Hawk Window Seat 12:22pm
I have put up
a sheer lavender curtain
— one that Eliza didn’t like —
in Her vacated lavender room
now to be used for Guests
Who may never come
— the curtain has purple carnations
scattered across it
without obscuring the view
of rolling surf beyond
The Death of My Mother was the most forceful
Event of My Life
I believe I have recovered
& will not write many more
Dead Mother Poems.
I am planning My New Floor Covering instead
My Husband is up from His Nap
& We’re eating stuffed chicken
3:45pm
Southerly Surf resonates
in My Blood —
I’m composed of 50 Trillion Cells
or more —
How many of Them are My Blood
activated
by Each Surge of Sound
moving through Me
moving My Pen
as I sit with Knees up
on The Armless End
of My Tomato-coloured Couch?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 