The Hawk Kitchen 8:53pm
Today I was instructed
to “Be The Artist You Want To Be”
— I AM —
I see pieces of The Universe
in sink pans
laden with the makings
of Fully Formed Galaxies
so much so that I
am One Of These
I am A Galaxy morphing
into The Rest Of The Universe
& I Love It
The Hawk Outpost 5:05pm
Cream-coloured Breakers
Hail Slate-blue Atlantic
Overseen By Sun
The Hawk Outpost 3:10pm
It’s A Nova Scotia Day
— I Can Tell Just By Looking —
The Wind Is More Than Brisk
Waves Are Breaking
Farther Out
Amidst The White Caps
The Air Is Clear
& My Big Black Cat Astro
Wants To Come In
The Hawk Outpost 9:00am
My Sky Is Silver
Cutting Along The Edge
Of Cold Grey Ocean
Our Waves Are Bigger
This Morning
Due To The Wind Last Night
I Am In My Silver Robe
Watching A Break
Of Light
Over
This Worldly Turbulence
The Hawk Kitchen 6:08pm
There’s A Bay Window
At My Kitchen Door
Where I Can Stand Northward
To Be Surrounded
By Trees And Yard
And Sky, Clouds, Ocean To The East
To The West Our Muskrat Pond
And A New Testament
Baptist Church
On The Hill
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:36am
The Silver Streaks, magnificent
are encapsulated
within My Mind
& I know They’re out there
on the water
& in The Grey Clouds, lateral
edged in white
I know The Silver Scape
is there
because I see It
though It shifts
on the horizon
I hold It
fixed
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:57pm
Tonight I had to throw out
Our entire supper of fish
to the gulls and crows
— it was tainted —
and then in a fit
of generosity
I threw out Our bread
best by today
and three English muffins
dated March 18th
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:15pm
There’s a purple cloud
out there now
with The Peepers going
It’s a scene, Man
A Scene
&
I Love It
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:04pm
I Lift The Shade
From My Husband’s Nap
To Check The Progress
Of The Sun — It
Lays Out Her Silver
Upon The Bay
An Hour Before The Set
We’ll Watch
The Hawk Portico 3:15pm
I am like a Big Italian Woman
leaning on bare elbows
out an open window
surveying Her Neighbourhood —
does She hear The Birds
as She nods to Her Neighbours
& watches Children on bicycles?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 