The Hawk West Desk Window 9:19pm
I hate to close the shade
on the last remnants of sunset
but I can hear The Waves
through the bathroom window
and so all is well
with Me.
The Hawk Beach 7:50pm
Last night I saw one sizeable sand castle
with a tunnel and moat and bridge —
tonight one hump of it
and the bridge of wood
remain —
farther along The Hawk Beach
an additional creation is ringed
with blue and purple mussel shells
sporting crab claws and sea gull feathers
and a third,
also from last night,
sets unscathed
with pink crab shells adorning
each of its four turrets
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:15pm
Now when I reach
for My Life Glass
it is not to quench
My Unquenchable Thirst
drug-induced —
that craving is gone forever
now when I reach
for My Beautiful Glass
it is to take in
the moderate fare
of My Drug-free* Living
by one or two sips
*still taking 1mg Clonazepam for sleep to be weaned off
after My Children leave
The Hawk Beach 8:10pm
Tonight I am immersed
in a blue paler
than the sky
after a light rain
when I almost didn’t bring My Book
the weightiness of My Words
has Me sitting on damp sand
at the edge of the tide
as darker waves undulate
beneath sunlight in The East —
OH!
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:28pm
It filled My Mother’s Sun Deck
during a student year
I used a lot of black
with three blotches of red
positioned unintentionally like cherries
on a banana split
I left It out overnight
when the wind got up
and stuck the paint with leaves
and shaped the canvas
into a highlighted streak
of accidental luminosity
Eliza’s Bath NOON
I can step out
from My Shower now
into My Old Grey Towel
into The Hawk Beach Waves
through the bathroom window
and not see
The Halo
I used to think was magic
I used to think all It encompassed
was Super Duper Important
and now I see how
important is My Survival
The Hawk Beach 7:00pm
Beside My Lovely Guzzle
The Transparency of Flaming June
is complete —
finished in a two-day almost frenzy
& I am almost exhausted —
here for My Fortification
with The Waves @ My Sneakers
I have somewhere to go
while My Husband rows
His Dory
and We take a break
from discussions of
The Medical Cartel
The Hawk Deck 3:57pm
Once, on a Canadian Grey Hound
a man called schizophrenic
under a voice’s command
beheaded a fellow passenger —
was He on anti-psychotic drugs
only to be locked away forever
in a place for the criminally insane
and drugged and drugged
until He dies?
The Hawk Beach 8:11pm
There were three loose dogs
on The Hawk Beach tonight
so I turned South West
toward The Drowned Forest —
The Tide was out revealing
an extended array of ancient stumps
haggled in rock weed
twisted roots of prehistoric origin
continuing their grope through a sandy bog bed —
I came past the mysterious line
of purposely positioned stalks
to where an outcropping
of larger mangled trunks mingled
with the off-shore boulders
and I sat upon a square white rock
to write as The Sun went down
behind
The Hawk Deck 10:10am
I have said Good-bye
to My Darling Cow Bird
Whose love affair with My Car Mirror
is gone
He bowed off with another
female two weeks ago —
I have said Hello
to My Husband
and will be hanging The Bedding
in Our Hot Sun
I will be playing
The Cow Bird’s Song
on an internet recording
for The Arrival
of My Children
one week
tomorrow
Joanna Gilman Hyde 