The Hawk Kitchen 12:45pm
In The Bargain Shop
where I bought 2 pairs
of rowing shorts
I heard a skinny witch cackle
“It’s cold enough in here
to kill Ya –”
Then She appeared in
My Rear View Mirror
in the drive-thru for a McDonald’s coffee
sitting with an angelic niece or daughter?
in an old brown pick-up
The Hawk Corner Room 8:17am
Is that a dramatic bank of fog
or illuminated low-lying cloud
out across My Calm Horizon?
It tapers off
to the south
is thickest to the north
& how I wonder
what weather
it has in store
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:05pm
I am living every woman’s dream
with 2 handsome husbands
& a lover in the wings —
I can make bread pudding
to save the birds from My Cooking
I can sit in My Grandmother’s Wrought Iron Chair
to look at The Sea,
My Pristine Blue Horizon
& remember what She said when I was a child:
“Someday Joge, You are going to make some man
very happy”
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:27am
Silver streaks the water and sky
I have dreamt of a lullaby
The Sun is like a pearl of cloud
caught enmeshed in the ocean’s shroud
All I want is within My Reach
a home on the shores
of a magnificent beach
Content am I to be here with My Love
of pets, of place, of men above
I am not alone, I am free to say
whatever Truth may come today
Yes, The Silver Streaks are My Guide
I will shoulder Their Eminence
for The Song of My Life
The Hawk Deck 10:22am
Every Wave that crashes
goes through Me like a shot
invigorating My Cell Collection
so that I may never stop
They form the background
for The Birds Who sing
all My Favourite Songs
Together Our Surf & Flight
compel Me to belong
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:38pm
I am going to be taught to knit
A Shield Of Honour
carried out by A Big Black X
across the length X width
with a reflective grey diamond
in the center
& A Red Eye
glaring out
like A Serpent’s
Pupil
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:22pm
When I was 23
I saw My Name In Lights
— Red Ones —
@ The World Trade Center
I see It now
— In Silver —
as Those Silver Spears
have forked Me
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:00am
Outpost Window
Deck
Dewy Grass
Bamboo Hedge
Misty Scrub Spruce
Blinding Silver
Wispy Sky
–
After-image
in The Blink
of Florescent Green
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:13pm
legions of mosquitoes
have swarmed into the broken webbing
of yesterday
catching themselves, in some cases
one upon the other
still alive
& how I wonder
can their scrambling efforts be
for each other?
The Hawk Kitchen 3:40pm
Where will I go
with My Halo
solidified in the frantic spinning
of a wind-blown insect
dangling off a disheveled spider web —
to give forth
The “Wake Up”
Call?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 