The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:55am
When I woke this morning
the sky was reddish gold
purple cloud over the sun now
but I have the trash out
& the coffee steeps
Last night I told My Hair to grow
while I sleep
& It has
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:58pm
With the last of the lobster quiche
in Me
I muffled My Self
against the beach
to walk My Self
to The Guzzle —
when last I’d sat
upon its barnacled rock
the spread of surging flow
was at My Feet —
today that seat
marked The Guzzle Switch
unreachable
to the other side
The Hawk Hallway 8:00am
This Morning I see The Moon
two days from full
sitting in the western sky
setting into a band of pink
and farther into one of blue
She heralds My Day
with Her Emblem of Quietude
as I see Her move
ever so diagonally
below the wires
across My View
Barrington Passage, NS 3:32pm
Today I saw My Name
in Lights
arrayed above
the grandiose machine
of Computerized Axial Tomography
Joanna Gilman Blair*
when One Technician asked about
The Middle Name
I thought He said
“Is that Your Real
Name?”
* My Mother named Me after Her Mother Josephine Meadow, and Anna Gilman Hill, American Horticulturist of Grey Gardens
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:21am
Striated Sky You
are with Me at last
while the coffee steeps
I see Your Colours —
Your Golden Touch
between the edges —
The Silken Grey
along Your bounds
I harbour You
and feed upon You
in My Morning gaze
filled with Longing
of dare I say
Love?
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:55pm
The newness of snow
adheres to Our Scrub Spruce
now illuminated by a setting sun
The Sky is full
of clouds of grace
set too by the light
going deeper, fuller, bluer
over slate-grey
ocean
engulfed by clouds
of weight
The Hawk Dining Room 9:44am
When I see The Silver
Light Light Light
on The Atlantic Shore
I know that I am
Safe Safe Safe
from early morning anxiety
involving letting Cats
in & out
Five Five Five
Times
The Hawk Dining Room 8:00am
There’s a crack
in The Clouds
letting in The Golden Peach
Light of The Sun
above My Neighbour’s Rooftop
and as I write
The Gleam of The Orb
pushes through
to create an arc
on The Wall
to My Back
The Hawk Beach 11:03am
EYE sat in that
Silver Sun
with The Beach spread
to My Back —
I’d turned an ankle
when looking up
to a flock of birds
gutting the wires
& taking off —
EYE followed Their Cloud
undulating
among the rocks
like a school
of Silver Fish
& when They passed
overhead
I straightened up
to watch
The Hawk Dining Room 7:20am
The Sky is clear
but for a lateral
curling of cloud
grey & slanted toward the South
along My Ocean Horizon
Joanna Gilman Hyde 