The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:45am
Even when The Sea is dark
shrouded by heavy cloud
threatening to rain
on My Bedding hanging out to dry
The Sea is beautiful —
a slate grey swath
of magnificance
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:43am
The Sun is hitting The Sea again
burnishing It with Silver
The Clouds have moved across
and above
as the northward horizon
calls to Me
to look
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:11am
The Sky has shifted
to The North
I look straight out
My Sliding Glass Door
out past The Scraggly Apple
beyond The Scrub Spruce
to see illuminated clouds
streaked across
A New Horizon
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:33am
My Life is in Order:
the grass is being cut
after three weeks —
a super load of laundry is on
and I feel like
cooking something
decent tonight
for My Hard-working Husband
who had to take pain-killers last night
— He’s still stoned —
and is going into the office
@ Noon
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:09am
The Sun rises North now
over The Scrub Spruce
leaving only a glance
of Silver Water
for Me to stretch My Eye to —
but I saw It this morning
from the bathroom window upstairs
where I COULD see more water
and saw It blip to the surface
before I went back
to sleep
Sobey’s Parking Lot 3:55pm
Through roadside fields of Lupine
I drove My Manuscript
home
after saying Good-bye
to My New Psychiatrist
I will see no longer —
“How will You remain stable?”
She asked,
“EYE will be looking after
M(EYE) Self”
The Hawk Corner Room 7:07pm
Olly The Gull
came from His Nesting Grounds
on The South End of McNutt’s Island
stolen by Me
in My 13th Year —
raised on bread and milk
taken up to The Island House Rooftop
and told to fly
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:22pm
Three birds landed in My Scraggly Apple:
two Starlings and one smaller greyish-brownish variety —
and dropped to the yard
into high grass needing cutting —
but there I saw through the grass
the smaller unknown open His Mouth
and The Starling nearest popped something
inside — I saw this
three times
before The Threesome flew off
and left Me
to tell My Husband
as He came home for lunch —
when My Husband was done
eating His Bagel
He looked out back and was able
to see a return of The Starlings
to the opposite section of Our Yard
whereupon The Youngster
almost hidden by grass
opened His Mouth again
and got fed some more
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:56am
I see The Lining
of The Silver Cloud
out My Kitchen Door
Overcast is what It’s called
but for Me
It’s Evermore
The Hawk Deck 7:55am
Could there be a mate somewhere
to the little bird who died
last night?
Could that bird in The Scraggly Apple
who remained silent
as I watched Him or Her
be at a loss now
for its survival?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 