The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:55pm
I feed upon The View
before Me
and after Me
I will be embedded
in The Face, The Blue Face
of The Earth
as I gaze over
Its expanse
My Horizon
chewed to The Core
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:49am
The Sky to The East
is molten Silver
& to The West
as I wake
Sun lays Itself
across The Undulating Cape
illuminating
My Day After
The Acquisition
of My Silver Halo
Ring
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:46am
along The Grey Horizon
I see a single streak
of Silver
behind Our Neighbour’s
leafless tree
with the gradual motion
of linear clouds
My Line gets washed away
then reforms
to complete
My Fullest View
The Hawk Queen Bed 3:43pm
My Brother Howard often complained
of a pain in His Heart
& no one could understand why —
doctors could find nothing wrong
& He went to His Grave
with a mysterious awareness
comparable to the physicality
of My Animated Halo
& He went to His Grave
minus His Heart
& His Brain
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:21am
I See Silver
On The Ocean
‘neath An Opalescent Sky
One Fishing Boat
Sits Along The Horizon
A Gull & Crow
& Smaller Fry
Fly By
& By
The Hawk Deck 9:36am
I Am The Vessel
of Life
consuming inordinate quantities
of water
retaining fluid
in My Head
& Limbs
I hear the call of The Mourning Dove
& The Grackle
on This New Spring Morning
I think of what My Life
contains:
My House
My Husband
My Far-away Kids
grown now
with Their Own
Lives
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:40am
The Sun is Silver
again on The Water
I see It Teal Green
when I blink
I steal It through
My Eyes
& Mind
& harbour It
beside Me
The Hawk Corner Room 5:35pm
If I could I would
gather The Whole World
like A Lover
& hold It inside
of Me
Speck that It is
I would lay It on My Tongue
& moisten It
with My Lips
I would roll It
over My Gums
& send It toward My Throat
I would consume It
& have It course
through My Veins
like isolated blood
& never through
the finality of
digestion
NOTE: I just saw
a little red star glint
at Me as I filled
My Life Glass
The Hawk Kitchen 2:42pm
I see A Zillion Suns
swirling in My Spaghetti Sauce
Frying Pan
They’re speeding up as They approach
My Wooden Spoon
floating
then taper off
taking
forever
to
stop
Joanna Gilman Hyde 