The Hawk Kitchen 2:07pm
I put on My Green Apron —
“Pinny” as My Scottish Husband
calls It —
in It
I am The Uniform
of Domesticity
ready to cook
up
a chicken casserole
with the radio
up
LOUD
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:55am
My Mother was My Guiding Star
I hang Her Portrait
above My Door
She led Me straight
to never lie
& held Me close
until She died
The Hawk Dining Room 6:57am
I got up to let out
a cat
& saw My Painting
in the sky —
I saw the orange and purple
laid out before Me
stretched along the horizon
& I am filled with a knowing
happiness
as I see the pink turn
to gold
& the ball of licking light
rise
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
Joanna Gilman Hyde 