The Hawk Deck 5:30
Fall Has Risen
as I sit on The Breezy Deck
in 16 degrees Celsius
having, rejoicing
in My Brain’s Capacity
To See The Future
& To See The Future
in physical terms
I am no longer waiting
I am @ The Time of Arrival
Landing
On My Solid Ground
of ambiguity
The Hawk Deck 3:25
The Surf is rising —
I hear It beyond
the fog-wafted scrub spruce
to The North
–
It is calling Me:
The Waves surge through My Limbs
then subside
while I get My Breath
–
My Art is in My Pen
driven by My Surroundings:
today the breezy fog
accompanied by horns
low-pitched
meshes with a Chickadee’s chirp
as I relinquish all longing
& bask in My SELF
The Hawk Deck NOON
Yesterday The Ocean spoke to Me
& told Me to get up & write
Today it’s The Fog telling Me
to be quiet
–
1:00
I heard & saw one flock of Geese
flying south along the shore
& when I asked Hunter if
They could be going south already
He said, “Oh yes They are.”
–
1:10
I don’t care about
“Going Down In History”
I only care about
being a Living Legend
for The Time I’m In
–
1:52
There’s a Spider Web on The Edge
of This Book.
I have to get It off.
I will have to dismantle The Strand
& try to afix It to the little wrought iron table
next to Me.
–
Little Miss Muffet
sat on a tuffet
eating Her Curds & Whey
along came a Spider
& sat down beside Her
& frightened Miss Muffet away
–
Well, I got My Book back
I have just been spoken to
by the augmentation of The Surf:
God Is Trapped By Humanity
Humanity Is Trapped By God
My Son & I
walked on The Hawk Beach
& talked of how humidity
can extend waves of sound
& how The Guzzle
could possibly have moved
from Its former sandy river bed
to parallel The Dunes
& how breeds of dogs
get bred for certain aspects
like liking water
or how foxes were bred
to be domesticated
& how Peak might get a dog
when He goes travelling
& have His Father or Me
look after It when He goes really far away —
My Son & I
To Sing The Song of The Hummingbird
I write to say I Saw One Today
buzzing in Our bedraggled Apple
& finding Nothing There
buzzed away beyond The House —
I may never see Its Greenness again
What would Its sight portend?
–
I drove with Eliza
& Her First Serious Boyfriend Tyler
to La Creamy Treat in Pubnico
on The Highway Home
Two Flying Objects hit the wind shield
Eliza, driving, pronounced “I killed
Two Hummingbirds with One Car –”
Tyler, from The Back Seat
resolutely announced “I saved
A Hummingbird caught in a Spider Web”
What wonder in a flock of tweeting
twittering Birds overhead —
I heard Them coming before I saw Them —
They began to break up above Me
as I eagerly watched to see Them form Letters
of The Alphabet —
Letters maybe to divine a message
but how could I expect Those Birds —
that Body of Bird Life —
to know My Language?
These Are The Neighbourhood Sounds
Which Drive Me Off My Deck:
Lawnmowers
Weed Eaters
Auto Body Grinders
Skill Saws
Chain Saws
Various Hammerings
Is That Enough?
–
These Are The Sounds That Keep Me:
The Waves
The Surf
The Fog Horns
The Peepers
The Wind in The Leafy Hedge
The Birds — Jays, Crows, Gulls, Willets,
Mourning Doves, Robins, Grackles, Starlings, Warblers, Chickadees
Isn’t That Enough?
–
What do The Gulls think
when They eat a food They’ve never had —
like Spanish Rice and Sausage —
What do The Crows think?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 