The Hawk Beach 7:50pm
Last night I saw one sizeable sand castle
with a tunnel and moat and bridge —
tonight one hump of it
and the bridge of wood
remain —
farther along The Hawk Beach
an additional creation is ringed
with blue and purple mussel shells
sporting crab claws and sea gull feathers
and a third,
also from last night,
sets unscathed
with pink crab shells adorning
each of its four turrets
The Hawk Beach 8:10pm
Tonight I am immersed
in a blue paler
than the sky
after a light rain
when I almost didn’t bring My Book
the weightiness of My Words
has Me sitting on damp sand
at the edge of the tide
as darker waves undulate
beneath sunlight in The East —
OH!
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:28pm
It filled My Mother’s Sun Deck
during a student year
I used a lot of black
with three blotches of red
positioned unintentionally like cherries
on a banana split
I left It out overnight
when the wind got up
and stuck the paint with leaves
and shaped the canvas
into a highlighted streak
of accidental luminosity
The Hawk Beach 7:00pm
Beside My Lovely Guzzle
The Transparency of Flaming June
is complete —
finished in a two-day almost frenzy
& I am almost exhausted —
here for My Fortification
with The Waves @ My Sneakers
I have somewhere to go
while My Husband rows
His Dory
and We take a break
from discussions of
The Medical Cartel
The Hawk Beach 8:11pm
There were three loose dogs
on The Hawk Beach tonight
so I turned South West
toward The Drowned Forest —
The Tide was out revealing
an extended array of ancient stumps
haggled in rock weed
twisted roots of prehistoric origin
continuing their grope through a sandy bog bed —
I came past the mysterious line
of purposely positioned stalks
to where an outcropping
of larger mangled trunks mingled
with the off-shore boulders
and I sat upon a square white rock
to write as The Sun went down
behind
The Hawk Deck 10:10am
I have said Good-bye
to My Darling Cow Bird
Whose love affair with My Car Mirror
is gone
He bowed off with another
female two weeks ago —
I have said Hello
to My Husband
and will be hanging The Bedding
in Our Hot Sun
I will be playing
The Cow Bird’s Song
on an internet recording
for The Arrival
of My Children
one week
tomorrow
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:57pm
I saw a yellow-tipped moth today
out on the deck
next to one of My Red Deck Chairs
He looked like an autumn leaf.
Later I saw the same shaped moth
on a chair of black —
the yellow was gone.
Could He have changed?
The Hawk Beach 2:45pm
I have walked The High Tide Line
to The Restoration of My Reason
and so have reached The Guzzle
a rivulet of blue and aqua
flowing into The Atlantic Waves —
I have satisfied God’s demands
to feel the need
of living and so
I sit with a flock of gulls
adjacent to The Supreme Essence
of Peace I have become
The Hawk Beach NOON
I threw away a fantasy rock
into the depths of the bamboo hedge
never to be found
despite rubber gloves
rubber boots
and heavy brown pants
I may never wear again
instead
I walked to The Hawk Beach
and setting foot
on the ledge of piled stones
I found three great ones —
a double-lined, a single-lined
and an oblong grey
side-swiped with white
to put at My Front Step
The Hawk Outpost 10:03am
I have to look at The Ocean
differently now —
I can not see
My Future of sexual bliss
in Its glitter
Its beauty is of The Past —
of The Shower of Silver Lights
where no man
but God
was present
Joanna Gilman Hyde 