The Hawk Outpost 8:24am
I feel I am running out of time
to write of My Silver Sky
can You hear the desperation
in My Voice?
It lies before Me
but The Clouds
are shifting
& The Light on the ocean
has diminished
to one Silver Streak
The Hawk Outpost 5:40pm
The Swath of Blue is back
with The Lower Sun
against The Scrub Spruce
between Me and The Ocean —
I have one knee propped
to write out My Exclamation
of an evening in early fall
with steaks under sauce
ready to be broiled
& My Life Glass
ready to be refilled
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:25pm
I had a suburban upbringing
counteracted by summers
on a Wild Island
off the coast of Nova Scotia
I was a Nyack Public School Student
with paper route and good grades —
on The Island
I wore no clothes
and turned My White Bread Ass
Honey Brown
The Hawk Outpost 9:10am
I Blink In All The Brilliant Light
Until My Lashes Gleam
Iridescence Calls Me In
Converging All I’ve Seen
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:53pm
I am salivating
to Save The World
to spoon It out
from under Itself
feed Me Our New Existence
which is ancient
Yes — I could eat It —
consume Its micro-biotic
Humanoids
Who keep questioning God
when They don’t have to
& spit Them out
afresh
*Robert A. Raines & Robert Gliner
The Hawk Basement 11:22am
“World, You Can Save Your Self —
You Are Programmed To Survive —
Your Mountains Will Stand —
Your Oceans Will Thrive —
Your People Will Laugh
— Die Laughing —
World, You Are My Home”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 