The Hawk Window Seat 12:22pm
I have put up
a sheer lavender curtain
— one that Eliza didn’t like —
in Her vacated lavender room
now to be used for Guests
Who may never come
— the curtain has purple carnations
scattered across it
without obscuring the view
of rolling surf beyond
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:42pm
My Kitchen is a one-woman
affair
with “everything at My Fingertips”
as voiced by a former neighbour
from Shelburne where The Kitchen
was a communal eat-in
in the very old Shakespeare House —
The Kitchen in Atlantic
opened out to the rest of the downstairs
& there I never felt It was Mine anyway
“My Kitchen” as I feel here on The Hawk
where I cook giant casseroles
to eat by the week
& where I am happy
even putting away the dishes
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:27pm
The Sun beams in on Me
through My Psychotic Haze
subsided — I no longer
hear songs on the radio
as messages to Me Alone
I no longer see blazing signs
of futuristic Life & Love
My Halo has vanished
I am “settled” now —
a word the hospital used —
I even heard & saw
A Lone Goose fly overhead
while I shovelled off
the paltry snow
from the front steps —
there too in The Sun —
& The Goose
carried no significance
other than He
must be lost
while I am found
The Hawk Kitchen 10:15pm
My Tall Black Cat
sits by the door
of glass
looking out to the snowy deck
turning back
to Me
to mew
The Hawk Outpost 4:30pm
The Sky has a hue
of aqua green
against the three or so
inches of white
The Colour is delicate
transitional
a gull flies through It
out of view
The Hawk Dining Room 9:26am
The Ocean is a pale grey
beyond a fore drop of snow white
The Sun is My Luminous Disc
playing against the water
in streaks of golden silver
& clouds of darkened flakes
The Hawk Dining Room 8:27am
The Sky in The East
is fringed low with Gold
The Sun is somewhere
behind The Grey
The Ocean is Black
marred by waves
My Day is gathered
with Me She’ll stay
Joanna Gilman Hyde 