Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: outdoors

THAT WAS THAT

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:00pm

Tonight I saw a Nebula

of cat hair against a mat

black by the front door

with a Crescent Moon

of shedded cat claw

among the detritus of outdoors

tracked in

and as I contemplated from above

My Spectacle of Space

a fat cat came along

and sat

and sat

“I HEARD A FLY BUZZ WHEN I DIED*”

The Hawk Portico 4:30pm

The Fly Stopped

Upon My Heart

And Told Me To Stand Still

To Take In All The Sun

Upon The Front Porch Sill

So I Stood To Gaze At Him

Until I Bent To Try

To Sit Upon My Chair Of Red

And Begged Him Not To Die

*Emily Dickinson

THE PRETTIEST LIGHT

The Hawk Corner Room 7:35pm

The Prettiest Light

is in The Eastern Sky

when The Sun goes down in The West

The East soaks It in

in Mauve, then Chiffon Pink

with Blue-grey underneath

hovering over The Water

I sit and think

how Yesterday

is no more

how Today

is ending thus

I HAVE TO WRITE

The Hawk Corner Room 10:43am

I have to write

as if My Life depended on it —

I have to write

as I watch The Silver Streaks

out on the ocean

move from singular lines

to eye-splitting patches

taking over

the murky darker grey

TWO LIGHTS

The Hawk Kitchen 8:40am

This morning a golden sun

crossed over My makings for coffee

& coloured the ocean

a molten gold

For the second cup

a sun of white

shone through opaque clouds

to spot the ocean

liquid silver

FROM MY KITCHEN

The Hawk Kitchen 6:57pm

From My Kitchen Glass Doors

I can consume The Western Light

scattered across The Grass

illuminating The Scraggly Apple

Scrub Spruce beyond

out to The Line of Blue Atlantic

trimmed with A Streak

of Warm Grey Cloud

caught

by The Golden Glow

and set before Me

on My Plate

CLARITY 2

The Hawk Corner Room NOON

Black Jesus Stands

In Her Vestment Of Liquid Silver

To Gaze Out Over

The Shimmering Sea

Of Our New Day

GALACTIC DAZZLE

The Hawk Corner Room 11:15am

Sitting in My Flannel Pyjamas

I can watch a Liquid Galaxy

glittering, sparkling, stretched long out

over The Atlantic

with a Mass of Stars as Its Center

and Diamond Iridescence out

over Its thinning Edges

LATE WINTER

The Hawk Kitchen 6:13pm

The Twigs Of The Scraggly Apple

Feel Their Way Up Toward The Eastern Blush

Of Sunset To My Back

The Top Branch Reaches A Cloud

— Fully Grey —

And Delineates My Future Comfort

In All Its Windy

Shivers

DISROBED

The Hawk Corner Room 10:22am

I Stood Naked

— as My Shower heated —

before The Corner Room Window

to lay My Eyes

upon The Sea

glistening Silver

in lateral streaks

to Cleanse Me

of My Jaded Spirit