The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:09am
The Sun rises North now
over The Scrub Spruce
leaving only a glance
of Silver Water
for Me to stretch My Eye to —
but I saw It this morning
from the bathroom window upstairs
where I COULD see more water
and saw It blip to the surface
before I went back
to sleep
Sobey’s Parking Lot 3:55pm
Through roadside fields of Lupine
I drove My Manuscript
home
after saying Good-bye
to My New Psychiatrist
I will see no longer —
“How will You remain stable?”
She asked,
“EYE will be looking after
M(EYE) Self”
The Hawk Corner Room 7:07pm
Olly The Gull
came from His Nesting Grounds
on The South End of McNutt’s Island
stolen by Me
in My 13th Year —
raised on bread and milk
taken up to The Island House Rooftop
and told to fly
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:22pm
Three birds landed in My Scraggly Apple:
two Starlings and one smaller greyish-brownish variety —
and dropped to the yard
into high grass needing cutting —
but there I saw through the grass
the smaller unknown open His Mouth
and The Starling nearest popped something
inside — I saw this
three times
before The Threesome flew off
and left Me
to tell My Husband
as He came home for lunch —
when My Husband was done
eating His Bagel
He looked out back and was able
to see a return of The Starlings
to the opposite section of Our Yard
whereupon The Youngster
almost hidden by grass
opened His Mouth again
and got fed some more
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:56am
I see The Lining
of The Silver Cloud
out My Kitchen Door
Overcast is what It’s called
but for Me
It’s Evermore
The Hawk Deck 7:55am
Could there be a mate somewhere
to the little bird who died
last night?
Could that bird in The Scraggly Apple
who remained silent
as I watched Him or Her
be at a loss now
for its survival?
The Hawk Deck 9:32pm
I just tossed a little dead bird
off from the bank
where the X-Miss Tree lies
— a capture of Cami —
Who is provided a bell
but which the little dead bird
couldn’t hear
in its sleep
The Hawk Portico 2:25pm
There was that time —
too long a time —
when I would not get dressed
would lie in bed
and wish the worst
upon My Self —
–
Now if I choose to wear
My Pyjamas all day
it is simply because
I am enjoying My Leisure
My Bird Song
and The Waves
The Hawk Deck 7:54am
What is it
in the crashing of waves
that makes Peace come to Mind?
It it the accompaniment
of morning birds
or is it sitting in My Chair
out in the morning air
of My Life’s Domain?
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:29pm
Our Back Yard houses
one lichen-covered Scraggly Apple
looking like a swath of coral
showing off any bird
deciding to perch there
by the deck
and beyond the kitchen
sliding glass door
from which I gaze
out to Our One-tree Yard —
source of My Undying Affection
Joanna Gilman Hyde 