The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:03am
I D-R-E-M-P-T
I was back
in Alphabet Land
— is It still called Alphabet Land?
on The Lower East Side
of Manhattan
over thirty years later
in a gentrified kitchen
tiny
as
My Own
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:29pm
Armed with a blunted bread knife
clutched right-handed
I have baked My Last Cake
& am about to survive
outside My Kitchen Haven
deep inside the lands of dispute
& vocalization of the state
of Our Laws & Morality
Dignity & Human Endeavor
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:40am
My Sea is made
of molten Gold
& I am living
to behold
The Greatest Treasure
known to man:
The Rise In Silver
by God’s Command
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:11pm
The Colour of Moonlight
fell on My Head
The Colour of Moonlight
made sure I was dead
inside My Mind
My Faith It was changed
to see My Self First
My Plans were arranged
to live out My Life
attached to One Sprite
That Light has stayed with Me
even @ Night
The Hawk Deck 10:52am
As The World Crashes
Down Around Me
I Rise To Do
My Laundry
On This MOST Beautiful Day
Of Dis-cover-y
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:02am
My Ocean is caught
in The Blinding Silver
or is that The Silver
to awaken
The World?
The Hawk Living Room 5:04pm
My Coffee Table is laden
with The Puzzle
Flaming June
undone by My Doodles
Day into Night
left-handed hieroglyphics
each convoluted piece
notated
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:22pm
Ours is a lazy house
after the departure of cheery house guests
I cannot get back to My Knitting —
napped with My Window way up
to the swoosh of the waves
& when I got up
checked the price of gold
& Silver
The Hawk Deck 3:50pm
I looked up from My Knitting Block
to hear & see raucous gulls
excited in flight
one on either side
of a brown fledgling
still squeaking His First Year Call
encouraged by followers behind
& all I could do was wonder
was this His First Flight
heralded?
The Hawk Deck 12:15pm
EYE
have stepped upon
The Cape
to see The Source
of All I Hear
!&!
All I Live For
I have touched
The Monument
To Safety
!&!
Lived
Joanna Gilman Hyde 