ELIZA 2
The Hawk Window Seat 10:55am
Gub Plays Her Guitar
& Sings In My Cathedral
I Am Completed
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The Hawk Window Seat 10:55am
Gub Plays Her Guitar
& Sings In My Cathedral
I Am Completed
The Hawk Deck 11:34am
The Chick-a-dee calls Me
away from My Self
to The Time of My Mother
when My Mother fed Them
& Me
in Valley Cottage
& called to Them
“Chick-a-dee-dee
Chick-a-dee-dee”
Here on The Hawk
Those Little Birds
take Me back
to when I was A Little Girl
raised by a single mother
in My First Real Home
My Real Home Now
is here on The Hawk
Fifty Years Later
where I listen
to The Chick-a-dees
of My Choosing
The Hawk Deck 7:47pm
All That I Have Lived For
Is Wrapped Up In This Moment
As I Am Wrapped In My Heavy Grey Bathrobe
With The Spears Of Light Forever Above Me
And All Down Around Me
How Have I Gotten This Far?
Through A Child’s Adoration Of A Pair
Of Love Birds To A Mother’s Love
Of Her Dearest 2.4’s
The Evening Light Is Upon The East
Illuminating The Scrub Spruce Forest
And I Have Come This Far
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:57pm
What would I say if faced
with a pregnant woman about to walk
into an abortion clinic?
“That Human You Carry
Comes From You —
To Kill It Is To Kill A Sacred Part
Of Your Self”
The Hawk Portico 5:05pm
We are sucked to The Ocean
like little girls
in tiny suits
lolling
in the salty surf
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:55pm
Who gave Me This Life
where I can write
poetry all day
& look out the windows —
Who gave Me This Place
filled with birds
& house dust
lint balls I don’t have
to examine to see
They’re nothing more
than Galaxies —
Who gave Me This Start
out of the ebb
of hospitalizations
straddled between
two husbands, a dead mother
& The Love Of A Puny Man
I somehow see
as Heroic?
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:17am
The Chickadee is of The Spirit —
My Sweet Departed Mom
The Jay is of My Flesh & Bone
The Colour of Broad Daylight —
My Contemporary Love
The Hawk Outpost 9:48am
There Was A Title
On My Mother’s Shelves:
Munching On Existence*
I Bite My Apple
As I Look Out
Favouring No Resistance
*Robert A. Raines
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:32pm
Let Me Find My Silver Pen
To Write On Your Forehead
As You Lie Back
With Your Eyes Closed —
Let Me Write On You —
Above All
I Love You —
You’re Not Going To Die
You Will Have Your Fill Of Dreams
Happy And Bad, Terrible Even —
But You Must Go Through
The Terror
And Comfort
Of The Night
In Order To Wake —
Go To Sleep My Precious World —
Let Me Rock You To Sleep
Let Me Draw My Label
My Signature
On Your Forehead —
Let Me Find My Red Felt Pen
My Permanent Marker
To Draw Upon You
Above Your Eyes
A Fleshy Heart
Filled In With Red
Out-lined By Black
Joanna Gilman Hyde 