The Hawk Deck 3:00pm
I Have Seen The Perfect
Nautilus
Within My Universal Vision
— the sink It was —
Showing Me The Perfect
Form Of Reproduction
& Through My Chaos
of hand-washing
I Diffused The Spiral
Only To Let It
Re-set
in ever-smaller
smatterings
The Hawk Deck 8:30pm
Will The Low Cooing
Of The Mourning Dove
Be The Sound Of The Hawk
When I Leave?
Or Will It Be The Waves
I’ll Hear As I Head Out
Into The Night Of My Future
Seeking Only
To Find
The Repetitions?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:38pm
A Black-headed Gull
blown in from the storm
circled over Me
as I threw
bits of bread
on the newly cut lawn
He landed beside Me
for probably the first
square meal
He’s had since
He was carried to Us
The Hawk TV Room 12:05pm
I Sprayed An Arm
Of The Galaxy
Across A Glass Table
Nobody Saw It
But Me
The Hawk Outpost 8:45am
Moving in and out
between The Clouds
My Silver Sun
greets Me through The Mist
and says Hello to The World
illuminating
My Silver Sea
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:22pm
I stepped out of My Cheap Grey Capris
onto The Shores Of The New World —
in My Wake are carried The Multitudes
in My Reach The Hands Of Men
I’ve known, and will know
as I live My Life-long Pursuit
across That Breadth Of Existence
to which I have been birthed
The Hawk Portico 5:00pm
I Am A Galactic Citizen
spelled out on the bronze flyleaf
of My Diary — housed
within the confines
of outer and inner space
where nothing happens
with-which We are aware
except by Way
Of Human Ejaculation
The Hawk West Desk Window 6:34pm
My Famous Shower Of Lights
was not blinding
Its Radiant Spears
Snapped Me To Attention
and Made Me See
For An Eternity
Joanna Gilman Hyde 