The Hawk Family Room 7:30pm
“You can write poetry out of anything”
I glibly stated to a friend
who had taken Me out for a late birthday lunch —
Well Watch This — You Can’t–
take watching digital rain on Family Room window screens
& link it, somehow,
to My Hallmark Daughter
not giving Me a birthday card
then surprising Me with one
for Mother’s Day
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:45pm
Look Out Children
‘cuz here I come
to colour Your World
in Pink & Gold
from Horizon to Horizon
I’m here to show You
True Blue
the ancient cauldrons
of desire
for leadership
of decades
aeons
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:35pm
In the privacy of My Living Room
I summoned in My Favourite Song
standing below the skylights
I held My Arms up
& out to the sides
I elevated My Hands
reaching
a higher pitch
The Song flowed through Me
& I Was It
I Was It
JB’s Barrington Passage 2:11pm
I saw A Star Man
in My Beer
DNE (singularity)
on a license plate
& My Girlfriend gave Me
magic earrings
for the day I was born
here I am looking
to the foggy Causeway Beach
ready for the all-clear
The Hawk Living Room 7:30pm
I ate My Potato Salad
& drank a beer
here by the open Living Room Window
at the edge of The Tomato-coloured Couch
but that was at the edge of The Galaxy
where stars burst & die
I would lie My Head on a blanket
& listen to the aftershocks
wafting through
on the surge
of ocean mist
& bird call
Joanna Gilman Hyde 