The Hawk Queen Bed 9:40pm
I hear The Waves
My Backdrop to The Peepers
with My Husband’s Warm Hand
across My Left Arm
I am in My Cradle
My Bassinet
I will lie here
until
I die
Barrington Passage 6:15pm
I could sing a song
of cars & women —
all My Husband’s responsibility —
oil for The Lincoln Eliza refuses to drive
beer for My imbibere
& dinner reservations
The Hawk 4:50pm
I sing My Heart out
for every sailor Who comes along
for My Son Who’s later than expected
driving from Montreal
with an Australian
ready to take in Nova Scotia
–
I stumble over being A Mother
to My 25 year-old Son
skipping stones as if He were 9
& I forgot to buy more beer
in case He & His Buddy come back
before the obligatory good-bye
The Hawk Dining Room 12:50pm
He’s out there write now
pecking around the stone wall
dividing our property from the neighbours’
He’s a Northern Flicker
with a brilliant red crest
on the back of His Head
black bib under His Chin
(if birds have chins)
tabby striping on His Back
& buff with black spots underneath
He’s been here since I first spotted Him
at the other stone wall along the drive
— He seems to find stuff
among the rocks
with His Long Beak — He’s a Woodpecker
Colaptes Auratus
Oh, He just pooped!
Note: He’s a She – minus a back “moustache”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:25pm
In The Mid-nineties
I lay in bed for weeks
unbathed
wanting to die
not caring for my family
— why write it here —
here where I am happy & satisfied?
because I am in a lull
& I don’t have My Two-year-old Daughter
tearing covers off Me
insisting, “Mom — get up —
Yer Starvin'”
The Hawk Kitchen 5:45pm
OK, I’ve had it
with this star-quality house dust
blanketing every dark surface
in My Maid-free Home —
I see The Night Sky
on My Kitchen Radio
shaped like an alien’s head
& crumbs of cat treats
in the Milky Way
of My New Kitchen Floor
The Hawk Living Room 3:15pm
Here, take This Silver-bricked
Highway
out to Your Island
take Your Golden-haired Daughter
out to Her Corral
take Your Silver-haired Husband
out of His Office
fly Your Little Man
over the scrub spruce
out to Your Paradisical Beach
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:30pm
I heard Your Name
Callin’ W
over the loud speaker
@ Sobey’s
Today
W/ Dr Blair
Who Thinks
You’re OK
The Hawk West Desk Window 2:10pm
I have seized the mystical
2222
against a patch of blue
on My Basement Wall
I glimpsed It, blinked It
from My C2 Rower
measuring metres/distance
for My Preparatory Trip
to another
Galaxy
The Hawk TV Room 7:39pm
Sitting in The Director’s Chair
Dark Brown Leather
Simon Chang Dark Grey Pants
Leather Josef Seibel Shoes
White Socks, White Underwear
Nude Victoria’s Secret Bra 36B
Esty Endless Swirl Stirling Bangle, Left Wrist
Boluva Ladies Open Heart Watch, Right
Birks Diamond, Gold, Platinum Wedding
& Engagement Rings, Left Ring Finger
Birks Quartz Crystal Gold & Diamond Question Mark Ring —
Right Middle Finger
I’m Ready for Hackers
Stalkers
Terrorists
The American Government
Joanna Gilman Hyde 