The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:20am
I Love The Sun
filling My Kitchen
accompanying the coffee pot
bringing the bird song in
through the screened
outpost window
& filling My Life
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:47pm
While I wait for the UPS Man
My Studio/Kitchen is all ready:
I’ve got the sculpture’s foundation
in the form of a cut glass
upside-down sandwich plate
secured to a non-slip
hot-pink place mat —
My Two Sets of sculpture tools
are lined up against the splash board
I have three pounds of plasticine
to start with — to use sparingly
until My Extra Order comes —
I have the photograph
of Rudy’s Head
taped to My Tea Cupboard
& a close-up of His Eyes & Nose
attached to the tile
above My Dishwasher.
This is all to take place on the counter top
of My Dish Washer
where I will begin My Work
just as soon as the Styrofoam
Head
Arrives
NOTE: The attitude of the head is tilted up, so I plan to be
lopping off a good portion of the Styrofoam neck at a pre-determined angle.
The Hawk Kitchen 7:13pm
There’s something so satisfying
about letting A Fly out
a sliding glass door —
It’s as if all Your Problems
go along with It
& You can stand back
& look at The Sky
in Its sunset-hued pink
& think There Is No Better
Way
“What’s a Woman like You
doing in a Place like This?”
–Camera View: from back of black oven
w/ Woman looking in
leaning on elbows
–View to rivet My eight-year-old frame:
Black w/ White Star Spatter
How am I Here in this Black Space?
Now white with tomato spatter
from Eliza
in The Microwave
I stepped out on The Deck
into The Early Morning Sun
— with My Clipboard, Pencil
Cup of Coffee — I looked out at The Atlantic
& decided to be A Writer.
–
I determined to fix A Poem:
The Greatest Date — written A Decade Ago —
–
I would fix The Ending mostly —
isn’t it The End
which usually needs attention?
–
& worked away
in That Dazzling Sun, in old sunglasses,
listening to The Breaking Waves, Birds
& My Husband stirring in The Kitchen
feeding The Cats
Joanna Gilman Hyde 