RELEGATION
By Timely Construction
There Exists
One Room
in M(eye) House
for The Undernourished
The Devastated
The Sublime —
held in port
for The Outcome
of Disaster
and Love
By Timely Construction
There Exists
One Room
in M(eye) House
for The Undernourished
The Devastated
The Sublime —
held in port
for The Outcome
of Disaster
and Love
The Hawk Deck 10:17am
I stood on an August Deck
of The Yarmouth Ferry to Maine
with The Man I was to marry
— this was thirty years ago —
I told Him I was very happy
— He said He was too —
We had Our Nova Scotia Life
spread out before Us:
restoring an enchanting house
having Our First Baby
Our Son Peak
— The Core of My Family Unit —
to have and to hold for five years
until My Mother got sick and died
and I was no longer the same.
–
This August 31st
I stood again with Them
at The House No Longer Lived In
and They didn’t want Me to leave.
Peak’s Father gave Me
an unsolicited hug
and My Grown Son
looked at Me
half-smiling
wondering if I would stay.
THE COAST GUARD, Shelburne, N.S., Tuesday, July 20th, 1993 — 1B
SATELLITE ART FOR EXTRATERRESTRIALS
by Harold Hart
Joanna Hyde of Shelburne has
been busy recently in her back-
yard painting the design of a four-
teen point maple leaf on a huge
40 by 30 foot map of Canada.
–
The fourteen points mark loca-
tions in Labrador and Quebec
where Hyde would like to position
light reflecting surfaces to reflect
star-like points of light in the out-
line of a maple leaf into outer
space.
–
The large map arrived in Shel-
burne from Ottawa on May 17
where it had been hanging on an
outside wall of the National Arts
Centre. It was put there by the
Canadian Conference of the Arts
earlier in the year in an effort to
pressure the Federal Govern-
ment to stop cutting funding for
arts programs. It remained there
until the April 26 budget was
passed.
–
Joanna learned about the map
from an article in The Chronicle
Herald. Being interested in what
is called public art – the kind of
art which is large and displayed
outdoors – Joanna decided she
wanted the map. She contacted
the coordinator of the Canadian
Conference of the Arts and was
told she could have the map if she
would pay the shipping charges.
Joanna agreed and wound up the
new owner for just less than two
hundred dollars.
–
The map consists of twelve sec-
tions that were circulated to
more than 150 art galleries,
theatres, and schools in each
province where signatures were
affixed to protest government
funding cutbacks for the arts.
Once joined together the pieces
make a huge map of the country
with more than 400,000 signatures
appearing on it…
–
“Well, what is its weight?”
“Oh, it’s Dead Weight.”
“That’s OK. I just cremated
My Mother —
She didn’t weigh very much.”
–
After She painted Her 14-point Maple Leaf
Joanna lay down
and almost died.
She almost died
for years and years.
Long after one husband
cut up the map for tarps
to cover wood piles
at Her First Marital Home
Joanna revived eventually
on poetry and bird song
to find in the Summer of 2016
the abandoned map sections —
one with moss and ferns growing
out of it —
With the help of Her Adult Children
She retrieved three surviving pieces
of The Giant “Ties That Bind”
and dragged them across the county
to The East Side of Her Hawk House.
She laid them out
busy in Her Back Yard
hosing and scrubbing a 23-year build up
of Nova Scotia’s Forested Fate
stained and distressed
front and back
to dry in the sun
with the help of a couple of old towels —
not Her Grey One —
there was left no semblance of the configuration
of Canada — only the ghost
of a few red lines
a few patches of indelible signatures
and one partial strip of big black letters
along what must have been
the bottom — in English and French:
“…FUNDING FOR ARTS AND CULTURE”
–
She arranged the pieces
some still edged by sturdy grommets —
into what became a nearly perfect square
measuring 27 feet by 23.5 feet:
She had Her Canvas.
She would paint on the BACK.
She folded up the three sections
and with the help of Her Second Husband
She piled Them onto the floor
of The Hawk Utility Room —
the floor She had been using
for Her Most Recent Paintings
and as She writes, She thinks
of building a platform
a stage
perhaps next summer
if there is the same lack of rain
as this one —
She would secure The Triptych
upside down, with the foundation
of Canadian signatures — what’s left of the original
400,000
and setting up Her Gallons of Paint
with broom and hose nearby
She would paint and sweep and hose
Stratosphere of The Universe
The Hawk Window Seat 9:30am
THE LAMENT OF A MOTHER
She stood above Us
at the gang plank
of Bluenose II
speaking captivatingly
with a tourist-boat smile
My Son kept asking questions
and I kept listening
shielding My Eyes with My Right Arm
against a hazy sun —
I was there to spend a last afternoon
with Peak before He moves to Haida Gwaii
and as We climbed up
to exit the hull
I lingered still
and still My Son was engaged —
He told Her He was leaving the next day —
They didn’t even have the chance
to exchange names
and We drove away
My Son and I
–
PART II
Peak went back
to invite The Crew
to a bonfire on the beach
but She wasn’t there —
“The important thing is
I tried”
–
THE JOY OF A MOTHER
Last Night I saw My Daughter
for the first time again
since She was nine or ten
snuggled back against
The Tomato-Coloured Couch
with Her Blondness down
around Her Face
and Her Smiling Lips
parting over Her Front-tooth Gap
She decided to keep
The Hawk Dining Room 1:50pm
Yesterday I went back
to the home of My Children’s
earliest childhood —
it stood with dry grass
recently mowed —
a stone bench I had forgotten
under the apple
where I planted myrtle
slowly spreading —
I found My Red Leather Baseball Mitt
left-handed
in an upstairs closet
full of toys
and in the hatchway to the attic
I hoisted My Shoe-less Son
now 28
one-footed upon My Clasped Hands —
He was looking for My Early Sketches
a mysterious tube
of blue-prints displaying the roof of #5 World Trade Center
We failed to find —
as He came down
He pulled the light bulb string
straining to reach it
and when He let go
the slightly-too-short string
sprung back on itself
without the light turning off
and so My Greatest First Love
had to step into My Hands
a second time
He lowered Himself finally
to a painted kitchen chair
flexing His Lumberjack Muscles
— His Right Upper Arm still scarred
from when He toddled
to a cup of too-hot herb tea
unwittingly set within Peak’s easy reach
upon Our old kitchen table
in the little wooded house His Father and I restored
to cherish
The Hawk Queen Bed 4:38pm
Today on 2 hrs sleep
from 2 mgs Ativan
I began the sculpted head
of My Beautiful Dark Haired Woman
Who appeared on My Right Shoulder
in Roseway Hospital
October 1993
–
She said a lullaby in My Ear —
the most melodious voice I had ever heard
and today I have swaddled a Styrofoam core
in thin slices of plasticine
hyperventilating as I went
hearing My Son’s suggestion
from yesterday’s walk on The Hawk Beach —
“Mom, why don’t You just
exhaust Your Self?”
every slice
from a red-handled knife My Brother gave Me
pushed Me on to panel the form —
My Goal was to cover it, and I did
after carving HTWH in the Styrofoam skull
resting on My Ceramic Bluenose Plate
My Keepsake from the childhood crossings
in that vessel from Bar Harbor, Maine
to Yarmouth, Nova Scotia
when I was so happy
with My Little Family
of Mother, Brother and Me
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:05pm
Tonight We’re having a dinner party
for My Two Children
My Daughter’s Boyfriend
and a tree-planting friend
I haven’t met.
The Table is set
with Silver and a new package
of steak knives.
I am wearing a new top
bought with Eliza in Yarmouth —
it’s the colour
of Chamomile Tea
drunk from one surviving mug
of My Grandmother’s
served for My Tea
with milk and sugar
after ballet lessons
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:16pm
I have planted My First Rose Bush
“Knock-out Pink”
under Our New Sign saying The Blairs
in iridescent white
printed with a Blue Jay —
Chicken Polenta is made for The Kids
and can be baked anytime
and We’ve been invited to Their Grandfather’s
Memorial Service Friday Afternoon —
tomorrow night My Tree-planting Darlings
and one Mexican Collie
are to be collected
from the airport four hours away
and I will be making ham sandwiches
to take
and a Duncan Hines carrot cake
fortified with chopped pecans
just to have on hand
The Hawk Deck 10:10am
I have said Good-bye
to My Darling Cow Bird
Whose love affair with My Car Mirror
is gone
He bowed off with another
female two weeks ago —
I have said Hello
to My Husband
and will be hanging The Bedding
in Our Hot Sun
I will be playing
The Cow Bird’s Song
on an internet recording
for The Arrival
of My Children
one week
tomorrow