The Hawk Deck 3:25
The Surf is rising —
I hear It beyond
the fog-wafted scrub spruce
to The North
–
It is calling Me:
The Waves surge through My Limbs
then subside
while I get My Breath
–
My Art is in My Pen
driven by My Surroundings:
today the breezy fog
accompanied by horns
low-pitched
meshes with a Chickadee’s chirp
as I relinquish all longing
& bask in My SELF
The Hawk Deck NOON
Yesterday The Ocean spoke to Me
& told Me to get up & write
Today it’s The Fog telling Me
to be quiet
–
1:00
I heard & saw one flock of Geese
flying south along the shore
& when I asked Hunter if
They could be going south already
He said, “Oh yes They are.”
–
1:10
I don’t care about
“Going Down In History”
I only care about
being a Living Legend
for The Time I’m In
–
1:52
There’s a Spider Web on The Edge
of This Book.
I have to get It off.
I will have to dismantle The Strand
& try to afix It to the little wrought iron table
next to Me.
–
Little Miss Muffet
sat on a tuffet
eating Her Curds & Whey
along came a Spider
& sat down beside Her
& frightened Miss Muffet away
–
Well, I got My Book back
The Waves have died down now
cats are quarrelling
I am ready to Annunciate My Self
to become, to say
I am whatever You want
Me to be —
I can fill any role
but know that within My Role
& Yours
I am true
I am true to My Self
I am true to The World
& We will go farther
than far
together
Who Says There Is God?
“I do! I do!”
But How Do You Know For Sure?
“A Shower of Silver Lights
fell down on My Head”
When Did This Happen?
“March 31st, 1993
in the town of Shelburne Nova Scotia”
What was Your Reaction?
“I was The Second Coming of Christ”
Do You Think The Same Way Now
Nearly Twenty Years Later?
“Well, I don’t want to be linked
to any established religions
but I think I have ideas
about God & Humanity
whose Time Has Come”
Like What Sorts of Ideas?
“Primarily that God & Humanity are one
& that Human Life
which has no beginning and no end
but which can be measured at Conception & Death
is Sacred”
I have just been spoken to
by the augmentation of The Surf:
God Is Trapped By Humanity
Humanity Is Trapped By God
My Daughter’s Room is Lavender
“Purple” She calls It
& doesn’t like It
The Carpet is white
with old crayon
from previous kids
She bought new sheets today
Purple
& a White Comforter
She said would make
Her hate The Room less
She bought a White Orchid
with Purple in The Centre
& flowers for a heavy glass vase
& here I sit by Her Shaded Window
listening to The Waves
I found My Voice
in Chapters today
rising from the Well–Being section
My Voice was heard
above a wall of five stacks
–counted for My Husband–
demanding
“What Does Well–Being
MEAN?”
I turned on The Water
in what’s called Eliza’s Shower
& unbuttoned My LL Bean Rose Striped Linen Shirt
in The Mirror, Eliza’s Mirror
& took off My Grey Capris
which I have to throw out
because My Husband told Me
They go up The Crack of My Butt
I took off My Underwear
& tossed It in Eliza’s Laundry Basket
I took off My Unwieldy Bra
& hung It on a doorknob
How Long Is This Poem Going To Be?
I looked at My Body’s Profile
& decided if I look fat
I am probably about to get My Period
–
I stepped in behind The Curtain
The Stall was dirty
I put cleanser on a cleaning rag
I cleaned while The Spray was on Me
& rinsed The Tub
My Hair Was Wet
I squeezed out some Nizoral
Red In My Left Hand
& lathered My Hair
The Directions advise to leave It in
for 3-5 minutes
so I stepped back out
to look at My Watch
It told Me I was in The Twenty-second minute
OH! That’s When I Cleaned The Tub!
I cleaned The Tub & then Me
& rinsed My Hair
& got out
I towelled off in a clean towel
& took My Clothes
back to My Room
to put on Different Clothes
& Do You Know What I Put On?
I put on Black Underwear
My Black Push-up Bra
Black LL Bean Capris w/ Comfort Waist
Black Tank
Silver Earrings
Wedding Rings
Quartz Crystal & Diamond Question Mark Ring
& My Ladies Bulova Open-heart Watch
I bought for My Self
Joanna Gilman Hyde 