The Hawk Kitchen 5:34pm
I’ve spilled a galactic cluster
of flour
against My darkened kitchen floor:
too precious an accident
to sweep up
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22pm
Our Dry Skin Is
The Star Dust Of Our House
The Cats’ Dander Too
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:09pm
I have The Embodiment Of Physical Thought
periodically pulsating within Me, in My Gut
just below My Left Rib Cage
It calls My Attention
to whatever activity I am engaged in
— I feel It, The Embodiment, often —
The Thought It Carries
is always happy
It, The Pulsation, is The Tangibility
of Happiness
–
I am looking at A Star
— probably a planet —
and as The Star sets
behind black clouds
I summon It —
— The Sensation —
Happiness
The Hawk Kitchen 9:27am
I See Life Flicker
On This Coldest Of Mornings:
Birds Among Berries
The Hawk Dining Room 9:26pm
The Sky Is Leaded Silver
The Ocean Molten
After The First Snowfall
Of Any Import
My Car Is Facing East
To Melt The Remainder
Of What I’ve Brushed
Ready To Go Mail
My Son’s Birthday Card
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:30pm
What if You put into The Hands
of a 15th Century Native American*
Who had no way of knowing there would be
a 21st —
put in His Hands
an unopened, resealable package of frozen
Wild Jumble Berries?
*Who would have called Himself something different
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:56pm
I am The Little Girl —
stomach stuffed with Dipped Digestives
& Ginger Snaps
–
I am The Filthy Crow —
crazed & caged above A Cathedral-ceilinged
Living Room
–
I am The Entity Within —
pulsating to life
alerting My Gut, & so Me
to the impossibility
of Reconciliation
December 8, 2013 The Hawk West Desk Window 10:30pm
My First Summer With My First Husband
We Built a 10′ x 15′ Post-and-Beam House
The Thoreau House
On McNutt Island
Our First Night
We Shone an Oil Lamp
From Its Southern Window
and Went Outside To Look
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:44pm
The First Dying Rose
Taken From Eliza’s Bedroom Bouquet —
petals too limp to dry —
Its Russet Pink Still Enthralling —
Stands Upright In My Bathroom
waste basket
The Hawk Kitchen 4:50pm
This Evening I See
The Blush Of A New Day
To The North —
To The East A Front
Of Cloud
Is Moving Off
Out Over The Ocean
While My Stance
At My Sliding Glass Door
Ushers In
The Hope Of A Vacant Sky
To The West
Joanna Gilman Hyde 