The Hawk Outpost 10:15am
Sun — I guess It’s Sun —
filters through the fog
of a spring morning
I am in My Grey
C2 Rowing Outfit
Hunter is sleeping late
Eliza is on Her Way
to fun
& fame
The Hawk Portico 3:15pm
I am like a Big Italian Woman
leaning on bare elbows
out an open window
surveying Her Neighbourhood —
does She hear The Birds
as She nods to Her Neighbours
& watches Children on bicycles?
The Hawk Deck NOON
The Vista Of My Mind
is an endless one —
There Is No Horizon
I am emanating
The Juice Of Life
I have come This Far
to regulate
to undulate
to populate
and I will stay Here
until The Chickadee
calls Me
Home
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:32pm
My First Incarnation
was as a sperm, strong
pointed
My Second was as a zygote
settled, growing
My Third was embryonic
at sea, close
My Fourth was as The Newborn Infant
face lifted to Mother
My Fifth was as The Astute Girl
Who wowed adults
and wanted to be a ballet dancer
My Sixth was as The Teenager
Who wanted to be a helicopter pilot
and do art on the side
Then I grew, focused, into A Young Woman
Who wanted to live in Nova Scotia
and married a man who would take Her there
to be near Her Mother
Her Mother Who Died
and left The Incarnation
of The Spirit
from Which The Flesh had
sprung
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:45pm
Once there was A Little Girl
Whose Mother died before
She was born — She was not scared —
She saw a Shower of Silver Blades
of Light
Four Days Later
It bestowed upon Her The Conviction
of The Existence of God
Twenty One Years Later
The Little Girl made A Gallery
of paintings of Her Mother
along with paintings The Little Girl
had painted Her Self —
She spent Many Hours hanging Her Gallery
down in The Basement
until One Night She & Her Daughter
— Her Daughter was Nineteen —
watched as a photograph of Her Mother’s Island
fell from Its hook
just when The Daughter was asking
“Was that when Your Mother Died?”
No more pictures were hung
except that one —
in a different place —
and The Daughter & The Little Girl
became the best of friends
and grew up together
The End
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:18pm
In My First Year
She took Me to Africa to meet Dr Schweitzer
for Him to hold Me
forever in a black and white photograph
hanging here in My Dining Room —
how could He have known
I would have The Shower Of Silver
Blades Of Light
which would turn Me
into What I am
Today:
A Woman Who Wishes
Only The Best
For This New World?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:30pm
It’s been a Winter
of dying dogs & Dads
& a dear old Mother-in-law
settled into Her Husband’s
room of departure
in a tiny hospital
with, I’m guessing
the same fiery sun
going down in front
prompting Me to curtsey
The Hawk Kitchen 8:30am
The Clouds are lined with Silver
actual Silver Lining
& I am embarking on visiting
My Mother-in-law @ Roseway*
and in the other direction —
Luke of Whom I am so fond
–
*Roseway Hospital, Shelburne, NS
Joanna Gilman Hyde 