The Hawk Queen Bed 6:30pm
I Am A Baby
In A Bassinet On A Beach
How Many Of Us Have Been Born On The Surging Crest?
How Many Of Us Will Die Upon The Ebb?
I Am Rocked To Sleep
By The Rhythm
I Am Awakened
To My Infancy
The Hawk Deck 12:30pm
I am out of the literal
& metaphoric bed
of My First 52 Years
I have been shedding My 145 pounds
& am down to a proper 136
with two cups of tea
& half a banana left by Eliza
I have suffered a 24-hour fatigue
& wondered if I was not eating enough —
So What Will Become of My
Shredded Manuscript?
(need I remind You, My Audience,
that 2 copies may, with the Luck of God,
still exist)
& if They do not?
I must accept Their Loss
& shed Them as well
The Hawk Family Room 1:22pm
Hunter’s cat Cami
reappeared today
one day shy of a week
since disappearing —
a brown & ginger little cat
Who gingerly taps Hunter’s Arm
when She wants to go out
or wants a treat
The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:52pm
I Am The Silver Bullet
Circling This Globe
Spermatozoan
In My Femininity
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:45pm
I’ve come out
of Hyde-ing
in My Rose-Coloured Top
arms above My Head
holding up My Model Canvas
behind Me
like a stretched-out butterfly
“Artist On The Roof”
in lit-up red
with My Name
on The Plaza
of the Galactic
Pool
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:40pm
My Fame Will Be
This World’s
Freedom
–
When I Am Found Out
Inside & Out
We Will No Longer
Believe
In Schizophrenia
Bi-polar
& Other Multitudinous
“Psychiatric Illnesses”
–
Silver Will Sky-rocket
Gold Will
Linger In Its
Old-fashioned Luster
–
Man & Woman Will Live Together
Unrivalled
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:10pm
I Am Dressing
For My Painting Today
Top Colour Orange
For The Spiral
Blue Jeans For The Sky
Magic Dangly Earrings
For Sprays & Sprinkles Along Curved Edges
Diamond Rings Of Wedding & Question Mark Moon
For The Interpretation
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:55am
I am here to demonstrate
The Massive Capacity
of Our Human Intellect
born out of turmoil & strife
histories of flood & famine
long lines of creativity & invention
religious conflict
–
Out of All This Rises
A New Awareness
of
The Sacred Self
The Emergence
of
Our
New
World
View
The Hawk Wast Desk Window 1:22pm
My Ex-husband has a room
He built
above a garage
for neighbours I haven’t met
He calls it His Favourite Room
He took Me up there today
to look for Hunter’s Lost Pet
— I knew She wouldn’t be there —
in that perfect
extra
bedroom
of oiled wood
skylights
and
pastel paint
Do I
have to
work
guilt
in here
somewhere?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 