The Hawk Hallway 8:00am
This Morning I see The Moon
two days from full
sitting in the western sky
setting into a band of pink
and farther into one of blue
She heralds My Day
with Her Emblem of Quietude
as I see Her move
ever so diagonally
below the wires
across My View
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:20pm
I can sit in The Sun
on My Tomato-coloured Couch
happy to have My Living Room back
from The Exodus
of M(EYE) X Miss Tree —
I can listen to The Coffee House
and wait for a phone call
from My Son
while the snow melts
off the shovelled steps —
I can live
in My Beautiful House relaxed
no longer feeling bereft
of family
and feeling that M(EYE) Life
is complete
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:00pm
The Breakers Come
in slowly
cresting slightly
then fully
allowing time enough
to take in
the extreme satisfaction
of feeling
the successful desire
of The Ocean’s
explosive release
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:00am
I live with A Doctor
Who has a butterfly brain
— so His Father said —
I pick up cat hairs
in the form of galaxies
off My Expensive Floors
I live a dream
of 22 years
& when it’s snowing
& My Dream is leaving
I write
that I don’t care
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:20pm
My Brother, Who’s Dead,
used to make & bring
a cup of tea
sipping off the too-full brim
before handing it
to Me
Sobey’s Parking Lot 5:oopm
I stood before
the fullish moon
hands of naked charm
I walked the lot
through the grocery door
My Version of Love
by the arm
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 12:47pm
This morning I set out to drive
to Yarmouth to get My Head examined
by Computerized Axial Tomography
& stopped on the side
of Cape Sable Island
to check for My Sunglasses
— didn’t find Them buried in My Purse —
& arrived on the second floor
of Yarmouth Regional Hospital
just in time to see
The New Psychiatrist walking
toward Me to take in hand
My Manuscript — My only copy —
I had destined for Her
She said She would guard It
with Her Life
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:21am
Striated Sky You
are with Me at last
while the coffee steeps
I see Your Colours —
Your Golden Touch
between the edges —
The Silken Grey
along Your bounds
I harbour You
and feed upon You
in My Morning gaze
filled with Longing
of dare I say
Love?
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:55pm
In M(EYE) Left Hand
I hold the Stars of The Future:
Silver Glitter from The Removal
of M(EYE) X-Miss Tree —
One Silver Orb off The Star from The Top
& One Piece of The Tree
Itself — organic & bulbous —
a planet perhaps?
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:03am
Drinking coffee in bed
My Husband and I
discuss commodity currencies
until bath time
when He fills the tub
while I unravel
the woes of The World
reclining on My Indentation
of Our Queen Sized Mattress
cup at hand
Joanna Gilman Hyde 