The Hawk Deck 8:57am
I can stand on My Deck
in the faint morning sun
to hear the waves more audibly
than usual —
I can hear the chickadees calling
briefly
I am so grateful
(but You know that already)
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
He sees Me as I see Myself
He knows Me as I know My Self
He is My Mirror Image
I will follow Him forever
as He has followed Me
since The Dawn of Time
The Hawk Corner Room 6:52pm
We have A Picture Window in Our House
on The East Side upstairs
overlooking The Atlantic by a 180 degree expanse
across ocean, light houses and sky —
without This Opening I would be cut off
from Those Eastern pinks of Sun
setting behind Me
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:55pm
White Trucks are mechanical Angels of Mercy
I saw One driving out of the polling station today
after voting for My Liberal MLA
(Member of The Provincial Legislative Assembly)
Whom My Husband says is Pro-Life
October 7, 2012, The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22pm
Both My Children were born
weekend babies —
Peter, deprived of oxygen
at supper time on a Sunday
two days after Christmas
Eliza into a pool of regulated water
at 9:04 on a Saturday Night
smack in the middle of October
–
Both are grown now
Their official Childhoods over
yet They play — and work:
Peak in His Darkroom Camper
Gub at University, running
Both take Their Play — and work — very seriously
It is Their hard-won achievement
and You can imagine how proud of Them I am
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:37pm
God is sitting above
a sky-black plate
eating Her bagel sandwich
dropping an array of crumbs
on the outcropping
of The Cosmos
The Hawk Portico 6:00pm
I have shed The Cloak
of Both My Parents
and That Which I shared with My Brother
Who would have been 51 today*
–
I am The Sole Survivor
of That Family
The Family I was born headlong into —
My “Old” Family —
as I have wrapped My Self anew
within Hunter, My Grown Children
and 7 Cats
*My brother Howard Talbot Walden Hyde was killed November 22, 2007, while in custody. His death prompted the three-year Hyde Inquiry which found his death to be accidental due to restraint by jail guards — namely one Henwood.
The Hawk Portico 2:00pm
I have the luxury of gazing
out over the azure blue
of The Atlantic Ocean
of listening to The Gulls and Crows
for Whom I must be some small part
of Their World
as They are such a large part
of Mine
The Hawk Deck 9:57am
Were I to lose My Eyesight
could I still see The Patches Of Colour
The Sparkly Lights
I’m free to see now
whenever I close My Eyes
or would I be immersed in Pitch Blackness
& what does Pitch Black really look like?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 