The Hawk Exercise Room Window 10:47am
Today before My Row
I opened the Hawk Exercise Room Window
finding two galactic
Spider Hatchings
— gold They are —
I am with Them
after My Row
One on the outside of the little screen
One on the inside
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:58am
The thinnest strip of Silver
sets My North Eastern View
The Horizon line it designates —
starting at the scrub spruce
travelling to a brown roof top
where the center of The Horizon
turns dark grey
travelling to the second roof top
and beyond to My Neighbour’s
leafy tree
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:44pm
Hark — there’s a Silver Streak
along the Western Horizon
of My Evening View
I am rewarded
from a day of grey
to the embarkment
of broken cloud
and layered sun
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:55am
EYE am The Artist
standing at My Door
waving Good-bye to My Husband
dressed in My Thick Grey Robe
the substance of The Sky
today
on a day
when anything can happen
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:39am
The Sea is tarnished Silver
with an illuminated break above
We have done our best
to support a friend
who hears voices
and is trying out
a new regime
The Hawk Deck 9:00am
The Silver off The Water
crashes into My Eyes
loosely glinting on Its Southern Edge
I hear The Morning Birds
out on My Deck
with the screen open behind Me
hearing the water kettle on
for Our Second Cup
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:45am
Even when The Sea is dark
shrouded by heavy cloud
threatening to rain
on My Bedding hanging out to dry
The Sea is beautiful —
a slate grey swath
of magnificance
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:43am
The Sun is hitting The Sea again
burnishing It with Silver
The Clouds have moved across
and above
as the northward horizon
calls to Me
to look
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:11am
The Sky has shifted
to The North
I look straight out
My Sliding Glass Door
out past The Scraggly Apple
beyond The Scrub Spruce
to see illuminated clouds
streaked across
A New Horizon
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:33am
My Life is in Order:
the grass is being cut
after three weeks —
a super load of laundry is on
and I feel like
cooking something
decent tonight
for My Hard-working Husband
who had to take pain-killers last night
— He’s still stoned —
and is going into the office
@ Noon
Joanna Gilman Hyde 