The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:43pm
The Bug crawling up
My Outpost Window
can feel My Breath
My Heart-beat
My Urgency to Write
He is A Living Being
from The Roots of Divinity
like Me
Eliza’s Room 10:09am
When a cat knocks
something over
& it breaks
& You try to fix it
too hastily to replace the fractional pieces
You’re left with a unique ornament
of a mother elephant
with baby
& the defining mark of accident
on its left ear
The Hawk Kitchen 2:19pm
I am seeing The Colours
of Flaming June*
out on the highway
in scraps of florescent rope
in the roses and carnations from My Children
in My Frying Pan
of green and orange peppers
and in My Cold Weather Wear
warning of My Existence
*Frederic Leighton 1895
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:09pm
The Sky looks painted tonight
like a scenic background
for a movie about
The Occupants of a house
on a rolling seaside
& how They all
fell in love
one by one
with Each Other
& then with
Themselves
The Hawk Corner Room 4:49pm
My Mother’s Death
is My Inclusion
It’s The Hazy Arrow
through The Heart of Me
surrounded by The Glitter
of Ideal Love
& perfect symmetry
Marked
The Hawk Corner Room 10:38am
The Haze over The Sun
affords a pristine view
of the watery sparkles
splayed out across
My Precious Horizon
as I sit in The Lotus
Position & think
of My Friends & Lovers
The Hawk Kitchen 8:56pm
I’mma keepin’ M’Diamond
wiv Its Cloudy Arrow
I know It’s Mine
for All My Time
I know which side It fits
& I Love It like
It’s goin’ outta style
*Joy Division — Ian Curtis (1979)
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:30am
My Earth is a jewel
with Its opalescent sky
& silvery sea
I come to It naturally
as a babe in utero
to dwell in Its paradises
to live off Its swell
to savour all Its antiquities
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:20pm
When I see a quiet wave
break
from a dark blue swell
into a white ridge of foam
gliding along the rocky shore
I think of the arms
of Our Galaxy
cradling
All We Are
Our Lives
Our God
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:55pm
I have a window by My Bed
which lets The Whole World In
across the sonorous waves
of multitudinous peeps
the tourist cars arrive
to watch the deer
and the air of cool spring
seeps in
so soothing to a relative
from Florida
Joanna Gilman Hyde 