The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:28am
I see the pale disc
of sun, looking like a golden coin
on the rise
through a streak of cloud
moving into its halo
soaked up
by its own illumination
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 12:32pm
My Piece of Ocean
is My Window’s glorious portion
of sea-salt scape complete
with two charming abodes
down on the shore
with slate-blue water in front
& the scrub spruce
between Me
& their roof-lines
The Hawk Queen Bed 1:30am
I had a stone wall once
a series, a square
of old grey rocks, cleared & tumbling
fenced around an apple orchard
behind My Mother’s Island House:
It had two openings
for a wagon’s passage — one
on the East wall
one on the West
& I mowed through it
with a $2.00 lawn mower
over buttercups
& wild raspberry cane
& over a nest of field mice
The Hawk Kitchen 2:00pm
I opened a box of Nature Valley
granola bars — contents five bars —
made by General Mills Canada Corporation
& discovered an empty space
for a sixth
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:22am
No rowing today
It’s snowing & I prefer
to keep My Feet up
with a scraggly cat by My Side
looking out to My Beloved
scraggly apple, scrub spruce
complete with the occasional crow
The Hawk Kitchen 7:06pm
This 11th day of month 2:
Gold has achieved a three month rise
not met in thirty years
& I am celebrating
by taking My Spaghetti
out of The Oven
@ 10:22
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:45am
A golden band of sun
greets Me over this dark sea
I am just up
from an adequate sleep
ready to make the coffee
& let out a cat
or two
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:30am
Today is a day for the couch
I will not be going
on My Rowing Machine
I will not be taking roses
to My Mother-in-law
I will not be getting
the office mail
and I will not be making
spaghetti
The Hawk Dining Room 10:44am
I watch the roiling ocean
still ramped up
after My Halo Scene last night
when I demanded of My Husband
Does He Know What Kind of Person He Is Dealing With —
or not:
A Witch or An Angel
Who brought down
The Twin Towers
with a flower?
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:40am
I Am The Black Angel
when I see My Halo
I shit on My Husband
castigating Him
until He loves Me
no longer
Joanna Gilman Hyde 