The Hawk West Desk Window 8:30pm
The Hawk Inlet is calm
reflecting a thick & hazy sunset
The Cape is green
along Its jagged dunes
One Puzzled Mosquito
spies on Me
through the window
as I sit on My Desk
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:15pm
Dr Blair has a modern house
keeping A New York City Artist
next to the sea shore
She dances to Radioactive in Her Bathrobe
drinking a beer
& talking on the phone
out on The Hawk Deck
where She wonders if Her Voice
carries
The Hawk Deck 4:30pm
The Clouds look painted on
— not fake — just oily & slim
(if I knew brush sizes I could tell You)
across from The West heavier & streaked
to The East knotty & piled
The Sun is somewhere
coming around to the back of My House
for setting later
maybe I’ll get My Beer
The Hawk Deck 2:50pm
There is something like magic
in the stillness here
with only The Birds
— even They have settled —
the breeze is lulling
I cannot even hear the surf
The Hawk Deck 1:00pm
The Yellow Bird has visited again —
He has not chirped of God
but of His Friend
in another tree
The Hawk Deck 11:30am
I Am God THE OBSERVER
I Am God THE LISTENER
I Am A Human Being
In Love With The Land
Where She Lives
The Hawk Deck 9:55am
I have The Solace
of a Day In June
cool, but garbed in My Grey Bathrobe
I am ready for a cup of tea
& more Bird Song
The Hawk Deck 11:25pm
I Am God
And From God
I Am Not Separate
From The Tiny Wing-ed Bug
On My White Sleeve
The Hawk Deck 9:32am
I have seen The Little Grey & Yellow Bird
open Its Beak, twice,
to sing Its Morning Tune
to fly away
& return
to chirp again
and so all is right
in My World
My Painting will lead The Way
to The Global Stabilization
We are awaiting
in Our Hearts
& Mind
Joanna Gilman Hyde 