THE HAWK BEDROOM 8:22am
Cami finally has on Her Collar
with A Bell
I drink My Morning Coffee
with Bird Hunting Gunfire
off The Cape
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Cami finally has on Her Collar
with A Bell
I drink My Morning Coffee
with Bird Hunting Gunfire
off The Cape
I want My Daddy
to come tuck Me in
— My Real Daddy who wasn’t Real
He’s Dead —
I want My WHB
to tuck Me in
with His Soft Words
& careful careful touch —
I’ve taken My Pills
2 Hours in advance
of Bedtime
The Hawk Living Room 2:26pm
Why try to rectify
the capture of another Bird
by Our collarless cat
The Huntress?
This one didn’t die
It was merely shocked
but in My upset
I saw what I had left:
the embodiment of My Depression
like a terrible wound
before I found happiness
in a healing World
of My Own
slumped into My Tomato-coloured Couch
with My Honey Brown Lager
I’m listening to The 70’s
with Charlie Tuna
“I Never Can Say Good-bye”
–
Sun beams through
The Living Room Window
“She’s A Lady”
belts out from The Hawk Kitchen
–
We’re having Perogies & beans for supper
& doing nothing
for Canadian Thanksgiving tomorrow
The Hawk Red Deck Chair 12:15pm
Oh My God! — That’s My Mother
Telling Me To Write This Poem
— It’s The Chickadees
flitting around The Scraggly Apple
telling Me to write down
what I did one Christmas
in Cooper Union —
I asked My Unmarried Economics Teacher
to be a Christmas Present
for My Mother
& He said Yes!
so I wrote Mom a note
for Christmas Morning
that a Man was coming to visit
He came to Christmas Dinner
in Valley Cottage
— My Grandfather was there too —
now Pappy, The Teacher, My Mother, My Brother
are all dead
but The Chickadee-dee-dees
are alive
& chirping
The Hawk Deck 8:50am
I hear the distant rumble of surf
while waiting for coffee to steep
The Sun Is Out Full
We’re Awake From Our Sleep
–
The Hawk Kitchen 10:47am
I drink in The Water
from The Well @ The Hawk
& think of My Present
emerging from My Past
into The Future
of Everyone
The Hawk Kitchen 7:15pm
She was a beautiful bird —
I was lucky to be standing there
on The Deck
She landed near Me
in The Scraggly Apple
dove-like
with greyish wings
& peachy breast
Our Eyes Met
Her Friends Came
& took Her away
When I was a Child
I decided to be an Artist
so I could paint paintings
to hang in My Own House —
I would have My Own Art
surrounding Me as I have now
with The Sea, The Sky & Sounds of Birds
–
I am wearing My Purple Robe
out on The Deck on a grey day —
dry & still — I hear The Waves
& drink My Tea
thinking of My Full Self
& The Flies that buzz
around Me
Joanna Gilman Hyde 