The Hawk Deck 9:36am
I Am The Vessel
of Life
consuming inordinate quantities
of water
retaining fluid
in My Head
& Limbs
I hear the call of The Mourning Dove
& The Grackle
on This New Spring Morning
I think of what My Life
contains:
My House
My Husband
My Far-away Kids
grown now
with Their Own
Lives
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:40am
The Sun is Silver
again on The Water
I see It Teal Green
when I blink
I steal It through
My Eyes
& Mind
& harbour It
beside Me
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:22pm
Laced through the window
closed against the cold
I hear the peep of peepers
against the roar
of stormy waves
seeping through My Extra Blanket
enveloping Me
in All I Know
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:25am
I see The Sphere
of The Sun
behind a watery Sky
luminescent behind
the foggy clouds
decking My Horizon
with Silver Grey
& Silver Wash
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:56am
A bank of silvery clouds
is broken at the horizon
with a band of light
above the ocean
Today is The Day
I see My Children
together as a pair
grown & out there
leading Their Own Lives
The Hawk Deck 7:20am
I open My Door
to stand on My Deck
with the waves, the birds
& sun
last night’s fog
is alight on the growth
the coffee pot is on
My Husband will row
The Hawk Kitchen 8:26am
The ocean is a sea
of liquid Silver
The Sky is adrift
with opal cloud
My Son comes home
after two years away
and I am awash
in gratitude
The Hawk Outpost 7:40pm
The Deer here are the colour
of very early Spring
They emerge from the undergrowth
like apparitions materializing
from rounded ears & noses
necks & torsos
heading for the neighbours’ carrots
on high-stepping dainty hooves
pausing only to blend Their buff coats
against a lawn
of very late winter
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:25am
There lies an aqua wash
to the Westward Sky
It holds My Future
by and by
My Past is with Me
day by day
I sing My Song
and let It stay
Joanna Gilman Hyde 