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 11:38am
I have one surviving
heavy ceramic casserole & lid
hand-thrown
which I use all the time
given to Peter & Me
by a pair of artists
— My Mother’s Friends —
it would have been Our 29th
yesterday
–
& one small set of wind chimes
given to Hunter & Me
by a fisherman I grew up with
& His Kindly Sweet Wife
— The Chimes moved this morning
on this 1st Day of June
as I had My Hawk Kitchen Outpost Window
open
The Hawk Deck 9:35am
With My Right Hand over My Eyes
I stand at attention
as The Waves march in
as I held My Hand over
My Heart
as A Child in School
pledging My Allegiance
to The Flag
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
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:20pm
How dare anyone
infiltrate My Sanctuary —
especially The Father of My 2.4 Children —
here to The North I have
the forest of scrub spruce I love
the stone wall upon which I contemplated
smashing My Precious Life Glass —
how dare anyone
even a neighbour I like
enter across My Eastern Ocean View
upon which I gaze with such favour —
out there I can let My Mind
be free — free of past
hurt and negation
free of obstacles to My Happiness
so profound
as I stand before
the shores
of My Intellect
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:38am
I didn’t want to get up
this morning
after standing prostrate
in the window cross
of the TV Room
for two hours
after My X Husband
hung up on Me
when I asked Him
about My Paintings
He had dumped
and while I stood there
with My Arms out-stretched
I saw A Speck
on the ceiling
and I revered It
as The Speck
of My Abortion
He forced Me to have
The Hawk Front Steps 4:58pm
My Guzzle Report
is that I ran to It
along the padded sand
so My Knees were protected —
I had My Hoodie up against
The Wind
and I breathed hard
but never lost it
and saw My Barnacled Rock
in a different place
Joanna Gilman Hyde 