The Hawk Dining Room 9:28am
…leaving the expanse of roiling ocean
with Silver cascading off
in spray
to move in closer on a neighbour’s drive
— there an illuminated puddle —
the road is wet
reflective
right down to My Window Sash
a Silver
dot
The Hawk Queen Bed 1:42pm
In keeping with The Churning Sea
loud enough to be heard
against windows closed for winter
I heard The Fog Horn’s Note
penetrate My nearness of sleep
The Head of Hawk Point Road 3:22pm
I have been chasing
down The Sky
along Hawk Point Road
I saw It fall
to The Ocean
in snowy squalls
I got back in My Car
& drove to The Head
where sun rays burst through
above a frayed Canadian Flag
blowing over a contemporary
grave yard
The Hawk Dining Room 10:00am
How many times can I write
of The Silver Streaks
replicated from My Head
across My Newest Ocean?
A Million Times for I have
found a thousand opportunities
inside a game
which can only go
up
The Hawk Dining Room 9:06am
The Silver Glare
off The Sea
leaks into My Eyes
It makes Me thirsty
to watch It so
I’ll drink My Glass
marked “LIFE”
The Hawk Outpost 5:08pm
My View of The Ocean
rises unadorned
but for the faint swath of pink
from The Sun behind Me
having set, earlier
than before
The Hawk Outpost 10:25am
The Birds on the wire
know not
the chaos to come
in human terms
Let Nature be spelled
& All Birds
sanctified
The Hawk Dining Room 9:30am
The Morning Glare
off My Ocean
fills My Room
with liquid light
I glimpse My Self
in My Mother’s Mirror
to catch That Figure
of foreseeable might
The Hawk Dining Room 9:55am
The Silver Clouds
beam across the sky
leaving Their Mark upon The Sea
The Sea is steel now
The Clouds heavy
with The Weight
of My Life-line
The Hawk Outpost 10:15am
I have risen to The Gleam Of Silver
aeons in the making
having set Its High
& clung to It
I will witness The World’s
turn-around
from the light of gold
to The Shower Of Silver —
from the day of the yellow metal
to The Night of The White
Joanna Gilman Hyde 