June 8, The Hawk Living Room 10:00pm
I’ve Caught The Moon
In My Living Room Sky Light
Arriving
Through This Late
And Early
Evening
I See Its Thin Beam
Shining Down To Our Balcony
Through The Spindles
Defining Shadows
Of The Luminous Streaks
Of My Age
The Hawk Window Seat 9:43pm
The Sun Is Rising
& Setting Somewhere On Earth
The Logic Fails Me
The Hawk Window Seat 2:22pm
I Am The Warrior In Grey
My Broad Shoulders
Rising From
My Silver Gown
I Am Ready To Fight
For The Permanent Existence
Of Humankind
On This Planet
& anywhere
else
* Linkin Park
The Hawk Hallway 7:54pm
I have crashed into The Light
of a thick silver band
— a single streak along the entire western sky-way —
glowing irrevocably
below a thick width of cloud
holding back the supposed release
of sinking sun
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:55pm
Who gave Me This Life
where I can write
poetry all day
& look out the windows —
Who gave Me This Place
filled with birds
& house dust
lint balls I don’t have
to examine to see
They’re nothing more
than Galaxies —
Who gave Me This Start
out of the ebb
of hospitalizations
straddled between
two husbands, a dead mother
& The Love Of A Puny Man
I somehow see
as Heroic?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:37pm
Am I feeding The Masses
pieces of Loaves & Fishes
in tiny bites
no prose —
only verse after verse
for ever-shortening attention spans?
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:17am
The Chickadee is of The Spirit —
My Sweet Departed Mom
The Jay is of My Flesh & Bone
The Colour of Broad Daylight —
My Contemporary Love
The Hawk Living Room 6:15pm
I stand at the screened-in window
higher than The Child I am
listening to two sounds
I Love:
I Love The Birds & I Love The Waves
am I being too simplistic?
Bird Life here on The Hawk
& the rhythm of surrounding Ocean
Feed Me
Sustain Me
Nourish Me
I Am Growing Up
in a small paradise
The Hawk Portico 5:11pm
How many Swells move in
in a day — across the floor
of The Hawk Beach?
To Me They are Endless
like the rhythm within
& I retire to bed
in Their Rush
Joanna Gilman Hyde 