The Hawk Deck Rail 10:11am
I See The Silver
On The Water Bold
The Air Is Clear
The Fall It Holds
I Stand Beside My Rail Dear
To Right Away The Strife
I Fear
Is This The Moon
Or Is This The Sun?
It Doesn’t Matter
For I Have Won
The Hawk Deck 10:22am
It’s A Fine Time For Me
to write of The Religion For One
out here on My Pristine Deck
in The August Morning Sun —
What Can I Tell Of My View
Of The Self?
The Birds How They Cry
for broken hearts
& bombed civilians —
but wait —
NO ONE SHOULD GET BOMBED:
Ours Is An Earth
of exquisite beauty
& must not be marred
by hatred & distrust —
I Am Here To Settle Out
the chaos
To Re-organize
The Individual Mind
To See Out Its Full Potential
& Have It Believe
in Life
The Hawk Window Seat 6:30pm
I have turned a corner
into a park-lit lane
surrounded by imported trees
& shadows floating on
newly cut grass
lush & green in the dappled sun
I am Home now
in My Mind
where I can hear
a song’s refrain
& be guided
to My Ultimate Destiny
The Hawk Kitchen 2:11pm
My House affords a clear view
even in the fog
I see the layers of scrub spruce
receding
from The Cats on the deck
& bread rising
with The Kettle on
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:02pm
Two Little Girls, My Nieces
have added more Stars
to My House
tracking up My Stairs
from The Beach
for Me to sweep up
& turn Them into
My Galactic Palm
The Hawk Outpost 9:00am
I See The Silver
Sheen Upon The Ocean So
I Know I Am Home
The Hawk Deck Rail 12:11pm
The Waves are loudest
just beyond The Scraggly Apple
I have prepared My House
for a deep thinker
& am ready to depart
for a trip
of No Expectations
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:22pm
In Memory Of All The Flies
Who Died When I Sprayed
Their Cranny
Over My Storm Door —
In Memory Of All Those
Times I Let You Out
Carefully Lowering The Glass Panel
On The Screen
To Ease You Down Without Harm —
I Have Had To Sweep Off
Your Carcasses
From My Step
& Hope I Never See Your Brothers
Joanna Gilman Hyde 