The Hawk West Desk Window 9:35pm
I live in a fortress
of sanctity
where My Every Word
is a sacred step
to where I already am
locked-in by a sky
of charcoal clouds
wafting over Our Crescent
Moon
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:38pm
If I Could Paint A Sky
With Words —
Can I Reach The Ear
With Sounds —
Sounds Of Such Value To Me
I Want To Encapsulate
Them —
The Story Of Our Ocean
With No Beginning
And No End —
The Sweetness Of My Peepers
So Brief?
The Hawk Outpost 8:20pm
The Sky To The North
Is A Palette
Of Textured Greys
Positioned Laterally
Over Pale Blue
As If
Stroked
Against The Atmosphere
By A Hand-held Stippling Brush
With Finger-tipped
Precision
Barrington Passage, NS 7:45pm
What Rings True Above
The Din Of Busy Traffic?
Truth Behind Bird Song
The Hawk Window Seat 2:22pm
When Next I Saw
The Blue Jay
I Saw That It Was He
Sitting High Upon A Wire
Readying For Flight
To A Far Off Place
Where He Would Stay
With Me
Forever
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:15pm
Sun Across The Lawn
Like An Ember In Evening
A Robin’s Breast Glows
The Hawk West Desk Window 5:30pm
If I could master music
what would I play
of the serenading line of dunes
along The Hawk Cape
silhouetted against
a strip of Ocean Silver —
what would I sing?
The Hawk Out Post 12:29pm
In The Little Wood
behind Our House
The Deer hide
and come out every evening
to feed upon the neighbour’s grain
and decorate Our Lawn with Their Trottings
returning to Their Wood
They know so well
as I know only by Its distant façade:
under clouds edged in darker grey
a bank of scrub spruce
concealing creatures
Who may never know
The Sky
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:44pm
I think I know what Psychosis is
— or at least I can try
to explain It, briefly —
as It happens to Me:
It, The Psychotic State Of Mind
AND
BODY*
is the intense focus on One’s
surroundings —
It is One’s Perception
and The Mind’s reaction to that
Perception
as I am caught now
hearing The Peepers
and a slow car coming out
of a gravelled driveway
across the road
*I believe Mind and Body are interchangeable
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:41pm
I was once walled in
by plexi-glass & counter tops
filing cabinets & indoor-outdoor carpeting
My Performance of trying to live or die
was put on display
& written about in nurses’ journals
I was made to eat food
I could not taste
& made to shower
when all I wanted to do
was drown in the tub
Now I Am Here
on The Hawk where the only wall
makes up My Kitchen Glass Doors:
They Slide Open
I Can Walk Through
To The Outside
To The Bird Calls
Of Life
Joanna Gilman Hyde 