The Hawk Outpost 8:20pm
The Sky To The North
Is A Palette
Of Textured Greys
Positioned Laterally
Over Pale Blue
As If
Stroked
Against The Atmosphere
By A Hand-held Stippling Brush
With Finger-tipped
Precision
Barrington Passage, NS 7:45pm
What Rings True Above
The Din Of Busy Traffic?
Truth Behind Bird Song
The Hawk Window Seat 2:22pm
When Next I Saw
The Blue Jay
I Saw That It Was He
Sitting High Upon A Wire
Readying For Flight
To A Far Off Place
Where He Would Stay
With Me
Forever
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:15pm
Sun Across The Lawn
Like An Ember In Evening
A Robin’s Breast Glows
The Hawk West Desk Window 5:30pm
If I could master music
what would I play
of the serenading line of dunes
along The Hawk Cape
silhouetted against
a strip of Ocean Silver —
what would I sing?
The Hawk Out Post 12:29pm
In The Little Wood
behind Our House
The Deer hide
and come out every evening
to feed upon the neighbour’s grain
and decorate Our Lawn with Their Trottings
returning to Their Wood
They know so well
as I know only by Its distant façade:
under clouds edged in darker grey
a bank of scrub spruce
concealing creatures
Who may never know
The Sky
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:44pm
I think I know what Psychosis is
— or at least I can try
to explain It, briefly —
as It happens to Me:
It, The Psychotic State Of Mind
AND
BODY*
is the intense focus on One’s
surroundings —
It is One’s Perception
and The Mind’s reaction to that
Perception
as I am caught now
hearing The Peepers
and a slow car coming out
of a gravelled driveway
across the road
*I believe Mind and Body are interchangeable
The Hawk Deck 4:43pm
I Have A Stigmata
applied twice daily
with a Q -Tip
to My Right Cheek
(facial, that is)
I’m killing a part of Me —
a part of unfavourable growth —
I march around proudly
with the evidence of Sun
The Hawk En Suite Bath 1:32pm
I sit in a swath of Sun
where once I sat
in a Moon Beam
& got up to write
It out
I have come
full circle
where Night is now
Day
& I am Seeing
The Breadth Of Light
*Jesus Jones 1991
Joanna Gilman Hyde 