The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:30pm
How valuable is My Time
when I have so much of It?
I can get a call
from My Son stocking groceries for His Drive
to Mexico from Vancouver
while I linger in Nova Scotia
with My Shopping Cart in the snack isle
of Sobey’s
an hour before My Manicure Appt.
taking all the time I need
to say Good-bye
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:03am
I dreamt I was dressed
in a Santa Claus dress
inside a forum of people —
I had the floor
and addressed the crowd
by emphatically stating
“It’s OK for adults to dress up
but Children should never be
lied to.”
The Hawk Kitchen 5:01pm
I looked up from cutting
My Potatoes
and took in My Breath
seeing The First Illuminaton
of an otherwise nondescript day
— The Sun had broken through
in The West
and to The East I saw
The Scraggly Apple
and bank of scrub spruce
momentarily
tinged with Gold
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:18am
I am comfortable
in My House —
It’s not a hotel
with lavish sheets & pillows —
It comes with A Husband
& Seven Cats
lying about with the rain
& Our Second Cups
of Coffee
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:57am
Hunter has a sideways glance
I find so endearing
He cocks His Head
to the right
& catches You with His Eye
tilted
for a split second
& looks away & down
having hinted
“Isn’t that so?”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:22pm
My Halo is back
visiting Me for half an hour
while I listened
to world financial forecasts
with Hunter
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:33pm
I will not be burned
at the stake I will be shot
in The Back again
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:39pm
Giant Foundation
for Me to stand supported
about to topple?
*founder of The Cooper Union for The Advancement of Science and Art
written in honour of Peter Cooper’s birthday February 12, 1791
The Hawk Dining Room 8:24am
If I could paint The Sky
this morning
It would be a WOW Sky
blending into The Ocean
with lateral lines of pinkish light
Sky Light
coming through the breaks
in blue-grey clouds
with Golden Wash above
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:52pm
If I were to paint
a picture of My Self
what colour would I use
to start? Yellow, please
as I see Me in a room
of Gold
with Purple Rings
under My Eyes
as I see Them sag
into disproportion
I would put Chartreuse
upon My Fallen Lids
stark Black for Brows
still arched
My Two Left Moles
would be three-dimensional
& My Lips, cracked slightly
with age lines
would be a Lurid Red
maybe smearing across
The Right Side
Of My Face
Joanna Gilman Hyde 