The Hawk Kitchen 10:06pm
I am being called upon
to look at The Sky
The Wallowing Clouds
with few breaks of Light
And Now, as I look up from My Writing —
another passage of sleety snow
This Is My World
I Drink My Second Coffee
Beside The First Snow
The Hawk Kitchen 2:22pm
INTRODUCING NEW
DISCIPLINE FOR HUNGRY FAITH:
OLD BREAD FED TO CROWS
The Hawk Portico NOON
Today I began reading a Baptist Tract on Sin & Salvation
inside the top of a boxed offering of baked goods
— a man brought the box to My Side Door
saying “It’s for Dr Blair — we’re giving them out
to people over seventy”
–
As I sat on My Portico in My Bathrobe
I looked at The Tract
The seven minutes it will take you to
read this message could be the most
valuable time you will ever spend
I read to the part where Everyone’s a Sinner
& a huge military (Fisheries?) jet buzzed
around the corner of My House
I looked up to The Aircraft until it was gone
& put The Tract back in Its food box
–
I made another cup of tea
–
I came out again to sit in The Sun
& hesitantly picked up The Tract
to read about Hell & Damnation
but The Plane came roaring again
My Hands went together
I crumpled up My Seven Most Valuable Minutes
into a snowball
In The Sun Today
I Walked The Pattern Of The Waves
& Looked Across The Sand
To Sea The Breakers
But To Hear Their Over-turnings Muffled
Out Of Reach Of The Wind
Rippling The Clouds Outside
My Kitchen Window
When I Got Home
Joanna Gilman Hyde 