The Hawk Deck 8:55am
It’s warming up
to a beautiful day
I Am Ushering In My Life
out on The Deck
I Am Eating My Banana
in a contemplative mode
listening, as always, to North Eastern Surf
dressed in My Robe
of Warm Silver
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:30am
Every Morning I Am
A Woman Of Ritual
I Wake To Open The Blinds
Re-fill The Kitties’ Water Dish
And Drink From My Fridge Spigot
The First Of Many Glasses
Marked “LIFE”
–
I Log My Self Organizing Galaxy Views
At 9:11
Or 10:22
I Row For 22 Minutes And 22 Seconds
On My C2 Indoor Rowing Machine
And Then I Take
**My Shower**
The Literal Transformation
Of My Shower Of Silver Lights
August 17, 2013 Highway 103, NS 4:47pm
There was a delicious dark haired Nurse
in The Old Nova Scotia Hospital
Who worked as I was admitted
on My Way to becoming psychotic
but not psychotic enough not to notice
Her Petite Stature, Shapely Hips
& Small Firm Breasts
accompanied by Her Accented “t’s”
from Cape Breton —
when I told Her behind The Desk
“You are very seductive –”
She quickly looked down around Her
& grabbed at Her Self
in a desperate sort of way
& I felt a momentary pang
of guilt
August 17, 2013 Highway 103 NS 4:32pm
We are Our Respective Cells
on homing instinct
still in party clothes
from a High Anglican Wedding
complete with incense and bells
The Bride was beautiful
The Groom long & lean
on Their Ways to PhD’s at Cambridge
after Honeymooning in Cape Breton
August 16, 2013 The Atlantica, Halifax NS 6:40pm
I have a beautiful Man
Silver-haired
bare-chested in My King-size Bed
playing with His Tablet
while Room Service
brings Me 20 ounces of Stella Artois
& tries not to look
August 16, 2013 The Atlantica, Halifax NS 6:30pm
Walking past the fenced-in grave yard
in the dead-centre of town
I smelled the distinct smell of pot
wafting through the tombstones
& lush vegetation
I heard a precise “Fuck You”
& kept walking
After buying this hand-made journal
I passed a seated smoking figure
Female — heaving silhouetted
smoke straight out in front of Her
in the direction of a Comrade
Who parked His Car
& asked for a light
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*title from My Mother who wrote a short story by this title about “Them Old Fellers” in the house on McNutt Island
The Hawk Window Seat 8:40pm
The Sky is half pink
half silver grey
with A Three-quarter Moon
above The Lighthouse
glinting through The Scrub Spruce
to My Bedside
The Hawk Portico 5:30pm
I make My Lap
available to cats
& men
but only for short
periods of time
I invariably get up
to write
or wash dishes
or to get a sweater
if it’s windy
then I sit down
& cross My Legs
again
Joanna Gilman Hyde 