The Hawk West Desk Window 9:19pm
I hate to close the shade
on the last remnants of sunset
but I can hear The Waves
through the bathroom window
and so all is well
with Me.
The Hawk Portico 2:24pm
I see a single wave
break
periodically
out past the neighbours’
laundry lines —
I could time it
for You
but that would succeed
only
in winding down
the day
The Hawk Portico 5:05pm
We are sucked to The Ocean
like little girls
in tiny suits
lolling
in the salty surf
The Hawk Portico 5:11pm
How many Swells move in
in a day — across the floor
of The Hawk Beach?
To Me They are Endless
like the rhythm within
& I retire to bed
in Their Rush
The Hawk Window Seat 3:55pm
I have My Sunglasses on
to view the two different states
of water out My Bedroom Window:
The Hawk Inlet
— inner side of The Cape’s strip of sand and dune —
is a calm sheen this afternoon
while out beyond the ocean roils
and that is what I hear
amidst The Sun’s Power
over Both
The Hawk Portico Steps 1:38pm
Today I eat My Home Made Toast
out by a fading snow drift
I listen to the familiar surf
out past the thawing Cape
The Single Call of a nearby Crow
invites Me to This Feast
of My Outside Hour:
I Drink
The Hawk Portico 3:15pm
I can hear The Waves
in one direction
& watch Them in another
The Fog Clouds dissipate
underneath a patterned sky
& I am momentarily in The sun
The Hawk Queen Bed 12:10am
I can hear The Open Air
breathing through Our Bathroom Window
— Its off The Bedroom —
I can go to sleep
dreaming of The Waves
& My established friendship
with The Night
Joanna Gilman Hyde 