The Hawk Queen Bed 9:22pm
Laced through the window
closed against the cold
I hear the peep of peepers
against the roar
of stormy waves
seeping through My Extra Blanket
enveloping Me
in All I Know
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:25am
I see The Sphere
of The Sun
behind a watery Sky
luminescent behind
the foggy clouds
decking My Horizon
with Silver Grey
& Silver Wash
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:56am
A bank of silvery clouds
is broken at the horizon
with a band of light
above the ocean
Today is The Day
I see My Children
together as a pair
grown & out there
leading Their Own Lives
The Hawk Deck 7:20am
I open My Door
to stand on My Deck
with the waves, the birds
& sun
last night’s fog
is alight on the growth
the coffee pot is on
My Husband will row
The Hawk Kitchen 8:26am
The ocean is a sea
of liquid Silver
The Sky is adrift
with opal cloud
My Son comes home
after two years away
and I am awash
in gratitude
The Hawk Outpost 7:40pm
The Deer here are the colour
of very early Spring
They emerge from the undergrowth
like apparitions materializing
from rounded ears & noses
necks & torsos
heading for the neighbours’ carrots
on high-stepping dainty hooves
pausing only to blend Their buff coats
against a lawn
of very late winter
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:25am
There lies an aqua wash
to the Westward Sky
It holds My Future
by and by
My Past is with Me
day by day
I sing My Song
and let It stay
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:28pm
I swept up a dust pan of spacial matter
from around the kitty litter box
— it contained the mass
of unnameable stars
and never-ending debris from their creation —
into the depths
of a black hole
containing the mass
of twenty-two billion suns
The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:05pm
I watched a society
of starlings
pecking in My Front Yard
while I realized
I am limiting My SELF
with this Second Coming of Christ
notion
and a white vehicle
drove past and scared
the birds away
Joanna Gilman Hyde 