The Hawk West Desk Window 7:45pm
Assessing The Opalescent Sky
To The Northwest Of Me
I Caught A Southerly Glimpse
Of The Setting Sun
Through A Bank Of Cloud
Breaking Open
Like An Eye
The Hawk Outpost 5:48pm
Last Night You Showed Me
The Moon
Tonight I Have Seen It
Again
Between Parted Clouds
While I Think Of You —
Your Friend,
Joanna
The Hawk Portico 3:28pm
Behind A Cloud Of Pinkish Hue
Our Sun Was Burning Silver Bright
The Cloud Dispersed Then From My View
I Embraced God’s Warm Delight
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:04pm
Imagine My Black Frying Pan
hailing globules of bacon grease
coagulating into Silver Orbs
slowly swirling for aeons
–
Imagine Me Washing My Hands
under the tap, soapy water
disrupts that Universe
chancing for a new
set of bubbles
The Hawk Portico 1:57pm
Birdsong is The Sound of Life
with Ocean as a backdrop
I sit in Sanctuary
The End To Strife
and wait Here
for The World to Stop
The Hawk Deck NOON
The Vista Of My Mind
is an endless one —
There Is No Horizon
I am emanating
The Juice Of Life
I have come This Far
to regulate
to undulate
to populate
and I will stay Here
until The Chickadee
calls Me
Home
The Hawk Deck 11:27am
The Morning is Alive
with Birdsong
I can’t identify
except for The Chickadees
& Jays
I Am Here Today
Today
Today
The Hawk Kitchen 9:05am
Have I written enough
of The Silver On The Ocean?
No — It is what I awaken
to on each clear day
It gives Me Solace
and Energy
for The Special Time
We’re in —
The Time of The Awakening
of The World
The Hawk Corner Room 8:35am
The Sun has such a glare
across the water This Morning
I can barely look at It
& when I close My Eyes
or blink
I see lime green
after-images
surrounded by red
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:55pm
We are alive
and growing
from clay tracks
to veins of red and white cells
interlacing
Our bedrock cities
with electric towers
lit-up zones
We can be detected
when The Sun is behind Us
and when anybody feels
like looking
Joanna Gilman Hyde 