The Hawk Deck 9:11am
Each sunny morning
now in The Spring
I take My Banana
to The North East Corner
of Our Property
to a bank
where I dumped My Dead X-Miss Tree
& toss The Peel
below My Feet
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:57am
Silver reaches Me
gleaming off The Sea
into My brilliant little kitchen
Silver is My Foundation
from My Shower of Silver Lights
I have grown
into Its Representative
and I will carry samples
of Its Refinement
wherever I shall be
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:16pm
EYE can lie around
M(EYE) House
like a cat
listening to the radio
and contemplating the art
veiled statues
while M(EYE) Husband
writes a long letter
to a former Lover
of M(EYE) Mother’s
Who knew Me
as The Child
Sobey’s Parking Lot, Barrington Passage, NS 2:30pm
EYE am Star Woman
on Parade
with M(EYE) Hot Orange
Bouquet
of Mother-in-law Roses
EYE am moving out of the lull
of Spring
into a Summer
of Majesty
and far-flung Love
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:22am
My Ten-thousand Square Foot Painting
still EXISTS
albeit underground
in two unwieldy bundles
somewhere within the confines
of The Orangetown Dump
in Rockland County, New York
where I grew up
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:37am
The Sun is somewhere
behind The Fog
I see the murky Silver
of sky and sea
I see The Price
of Gigantic Bars
fluctuating on
My Computer
Screen
The Hawk West Desk Window 11:49am
While putting back the layers
of My Clothes
on the back of My Chair
I found A Green Star
laid against the back
of My Mrs Blair Sweat Suit Top
— A Christmas Tree Star?
How in God’s Name
did It come into view?
Into My Star Box It Goes
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:11am
This is My Home
This is where I eat
and sleep
and dress My Husband
for work
I do The Laundry
and cook casseroles
to last throughout
The Week
The Hawk West Desk Window 5:25pm
I learned the word “Sanctuary”
from My Mother
Who had it written
on a weathered shingle
nailed to a tree along
the trail We blazed
to The North East Bluff
of McNutt’s Island —
She wrote a passage below
that word, which,
if My Brother were alive
He would remember
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:56am
I see the waves breaking
out past My Neighbour’s Barn
The Sky is grey
and I can hear
The Hawk Beach Waves
when I open the kitchen door
to let out a cat
Joanna Gilman Hyde 