The Hawk Kitchen 7:10pm
In The Briefest Moment
I Saw The Spiral
Of A Particle Of Dust
Against The Black Of My Cell Phone
And Suddenly Understood
The Necessity Of FORM
Before My Breath
Took It Away
–
*Robert David Steele
Open-Source Everything Manifesto
The Hawk Outpost 10:40pm
Oh How I Love
My Silver Sky
Layer Upon Layer
Of Molten Cloud
Out Over The Ocean —
But This Sky
Is So Great
The Ocean Acts
As A Liquid Foundation
To The Marvel Of The Heights
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:57pm
What would I say if faced
with a pregnant woman about to walk
into an abortion clinic?
“That Human You Carry
Comes From You —
To Kill It Is To Kill A Sacred Part
Of Your Self”
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:15pm
The Sky I Cannot Paint
For It Would Soak Its Way
Slowly From Pale Grey
Into Mottled Blue
Feathering At The Horizon
Encasing The Far Reaches Of Sea
And Off Shore Islands
Within A Veiled Hand
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:53pm
He was A Starling
innocent and frightened
by My Maniacal Driving
swooping into His Flock
He hit the front of My Car —
on My Way Back from picking up a pizza
yes, pizza!
He lay in the middle of the road
The Hawk Deck 12:47pm
I see a slice
of The Universe
on the dark screen of My Cell
hit by The Sun
illuminating dust —
or am I giving too much
away?
The Hawk Deck NOON
Do Birds Ever get Their Calls
Mixed Up
& Sing To The Wrong Mate?
The Hawk Deck 10:25am
That Sun is dazzling again
out over the water
turning The Sea
into a shield of stars
tiny and profuse
The Hawk Deck 12:22pm
What makes a songbird sing?
What life force bursts forth
through every tune?
Is it a call to a mate
or simply the sound
of a beautiful morning?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 