The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:00am
The Sea is NOT Silver
Today — can You believe it?
It is the colour of The Cloud —
laden sky — with the tapered end
of a fog bank to the East
rising up like an elongated
iceberg
in the middle
of My Glacial View
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:52pm
I don’t read any more
& My Idle Hands
are telling Me to take up
a hobby, like knitting
with giant knitting needles
& soft variegated yarn
I could make an Afghan
of no particular pattern
in a flash of leisurely hours
with large loopy-d-loops
& hairy thread
to throw on top of Me
in My Napping Bed
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:38pm
Astropithicus is a stately cat —
He sits, shoulders high
above the top step
of My Deck in the evening
overcast by motley clouds
His Blackness is distinct
His Low-lidded Eyes are green
& look straight at Me
through the sliding glass door
The Hawk Kitchen 3:26pm
I am having to pee
into a flower shop vase
to collect twenty four hours of urine
in an orange plastic jug
for PHEOCHROMOCYTOMA —
a benign tumour on the adrenal glands
causing sporadic high blood pressure
possibly linked to My Halo
My Beloved Halo
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:35am
The Silver Band of Ocean
barred by black cloud
illuminates the feathered white
above all
presenting The Glory
of The Day
at hand
The Hawk Kitchen 6:41pm
greasy frying pan
foaming with sparkling bubbles
Voila! Universe
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:38pm
Eye saw a magic curtain of fog
sweep itself across The East
it carried on its vaporous edge
the very dimness of rain
but as Eye waited
it never came
& Eye was left
with only The Surf
to aid My Hearing
from this beloved
stage
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:30pm
I love My Kitchen Outpost
I can sit here as if
on a porch
surrounded on one side
by My Outdoor View
even if Its foggy
I can sit in My Purple Robe
in My Apple-green Chair
with a cat
on The Ottoman
& listen to a distant radio
drinking tea
& texting
Joanna Gilman Hyde 