The Hawk Dining Room 8:20am
There’s no orb of sun to be seen
only a pool of liquid light
out past the neighbour’s roof line
now when I blink
I see a streak of lime-gold
against the black
of My Inner Eye
The Hawk Corner Room 3:30pm
I wear An Open Heart Watch
on My Right Arm
A Silver Band on My Left
My Question Mark Ring
I deliberately flashed
when I last saw Him
nodding
over The Bed of My X
Father-in-law
3:50pm
I plunge into My Day Dream
snug in Eliza’s Corner Room
with a cup of Earl Grey
in front of The Picture Window
framing The Reason
I am Here
The Hawk Kitchen 8:52am
The Blue-grey Clouds
sitting low
over The Slate-grey Ocean
are My Call
to drink
from The Horizon
The Hawk Dining Room 11:11am
I stand in The Dining Room Window
My Right Arm crooked against
the back of a chair —
I gaze out to The Grey Ocean
slightly stooped, Me that is
and contemplate the remainder of My Life
however many days
The Hawk Hallway 8:18am
I catch The Silver Sheen
upon the water
& wonder what the day
will bring
I prepare My List
for Home-coming Daughter
& wonder not that My Heart
still sings
The Hawk Living Room 9:05am
The Sun is white hot
this morning
with Its Silver Blazing
over the water
The Crows are in an uproar
waves of Starlings are matting Our Lawn
The Hawk Queen Bed 7:57am
We had a magnificent sunrise
this morning — actually cloud rise —
the billowing clouds along the horizon
were banked by lesser streaks
& the sun’s light glared out behind
illuminating the bulbous edges
— it even had rays shining out & up —
— but We never saw the sun —
it got caught
Joanna Gilman Hyde 