The Hawk Beach Guzzle 3:25pm
The Universe
is a stretch of beach
be-spotted with the turds of gulls
each spray or puddle is unique:
The Galaxies
of The Ocean’s Lull
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:30pm
EYE opened My Napping EYES
to a sky of Gold
to The Mapping of My World
plain as candy
spun sugar
held by little children
unguided
The Hawk Window Seat 9:05am
EYE can see
The Silver
from My Bedroom Window
as look out
from My Window Seat
the tub is running
for My Doctor/Husband
My Dress Up Doll
I am drinking coffee
watching The World
come undone
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:11pm
Bow-sawed and dragged
from The Scrub Spruce Forest Bog
I got M(EYE) Tree
but It wouldn’t fit
down the hall
to Come To Life
in The TV Room —
It’s laying on The Hawk Living Room Floor
dead as a doornail
& I had a Devil of a Time
getting It in
— severed one limb —
so far The Cats
are ignoring It
Spanish Moss & all
The Hawk Kitchen 3:00pm
Bundled against the brazen squall of snow
Eye am stumped
after perusing over the roots —
root stems from The Drowned Forest
looking for branching sections
to string together somehow
like a spine
of bare limbs to make
an ad hoc
X-Miss Bush
My Own
this year — a dead array
for perhaps the cats
to climb — to hang
13 silver birds & even more plastic snow flakes
to deck the TV Room
with the barren interlocking
drift wood
stumps
which can only be piled, tangled
(not constructed / not drilled)
into a vertical heap
(very un-tree-like)
instead Eye will have to pinch
a dead spruce, whole
from beyond My Back Yard
& set it, bolt upright
in a front window
Clyde River, Nova Scotia 2:22pm
I pulled only half-way
off the road on Cape Island
to watch the biggest cloud
of Starlings I had ever seen –
they swooped, as a blanket
over my car & billowed
into a bare tree, decking it
with their blackness, leaf-like
& when they exploded
like fireworks
to mat themselves on overhead wires
I was entranced
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:22am
A Beam Of Silver
Strikes The Ocean
Beyond Our Neighbours’ Yellow House
“And The Reason Is You”
Strikes Me From The Radio
The Hawk Dining Room 7:56am
The Sun Streams
Its Way Down
To The Ocean
In Trapezoidal Sections
Through The Mottled
Water-colour Sky
Joanna Gilman Hyde 