The Hawk Corner Room 10:11am
The Spears Of Silver
are across The Sea
created from Light Streaming
Down
The Light makes Rays
Diagonal
Down
into The Lone Streak
along The Horizon
&
onto
Me
The Hawk Outpost 8:00am
The Sun came up
a luminous red
over My Very Ocean
The Sky was streaked
with highlighted clouds
and I was in
My Heaven
The Hawk Portico NOON
I am dressed to paint
My Killer Lines
of Dagger Points
in My Black Lace Bra
& Black Jesus Underwear
I hear The Chickadee’s
approval
before I begin
I just have to draw
The Silver Blades
out
The Hawk Deck 8:45am
I’ve caught the liquid sun
to the call of The Chickadee
I see iridescent blue now
when I close My Eyes
& look again
The Hawk Deck 8:20am
At Night I go to sleep
with the sweep of Cape Light
turned to My Bed
in the morning I wake
to step out on My Deck
immersed in the dew
with the waves
at My Head
The Hawk Outpost 6:49pm
The Scraggly Apple
is illuminated
with the eastern clouds
a rare mauve pink
The moon is up
My Fuchsia Painting is finished
& My Husband has said
I can hang It over
The Tomato-coloured Couch
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:24pm
Today I went to Sobey’s
in My Husband’s old paint pants
belted
but first I had to go to the bank
& walking over
in an October wind
I felt, for the first time:
I really am an artist
living in Nova Scotia
The Hawk Portico 5:07pm
How does The Jay
call Me so, back
into the the early reaches
of My Childhood?
–
Is that why We have
distinctive bird song
to harken back
to parts We shan’t
forget?
The Hawk Outpost 9:18am
The Clouds are the softest
linear clouds
over a puff of fog
The Sun
is behind it all,
glowing Silver
and dripping on —
Oh here come
The Silver Clouds
and now The Fog
has moved in
and caught
The Drops
of Sky
The Hawk Deck 10:50am
Since March 31, 1993
I have been in a perpetual state
of Illumination
broken only by the depression
yet even then I retained the memory
of The Shower Of Silver Lights
which follow Me religiously
as I follow Them
to where I am Today
sitting in My Red Deck Chair
in the calm of early Autumn
under The Halo
of Our Existence
shining through a murky sky
Joanna Gilman Hyde 