The Hawk Kitchen 3:40pm
I Am A Daughter-In-Law
even in Death —
The Death of My Mother
brought to an end My First Marriage
but I held on to My Ex-Husband’s Parents
& They held on to Me
through The Death of Peter’s Father
I am now saddled with His Mother
Whom I Love
but will I get Her Groceries
and oh — should I mention
that My Second Husband
is My Ex-Mother-In-Law’s
Doctor?
The Hawk Kitchen 6:41pm
There’s nothing delicate
about Me —
I talk with My Mouth Full
I wipe My Hands on My Pants
I dress in Fiery Reds
& Elevate My Voice
so that even The Deaf can hear
Me
for A Change
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:17am
Out on My Deck, briefly
to assess The Silver Sea
as I stood on a mat of rope
A Humming Bird came to Me —
was it My Fuchsia Pyjama Top
which prompted saying “Hi”?
Or was He alerting Me
to The Importance of My Day
before He said “Good-bye”?
The Hawk Kitchen 4:12pm
I can feed Millions
with My Ham & Broccoli Casseroles
My Trays of Eggplant Parmesan
My Pots of Baked Spaghetti
Yes — I Am A Cook
& I Am Cooking up
The Feast
of God’s Deposition
May 19, 2015 The Hawk Queen Bed 10:06pm
Sometimes The Wind and Tide
combine to augment
The Sound as It is delivered
of The Waves accompanied
by Peepers, heightened by Peepers
to calm The Way
to Sleep
*only truth pertaining to Me uttered by the psychiatrist I had for eight years
The Hawk Kitchen Sink 7:08pm
In My Galactic Frying Pan
sits the grease of aeons
each particle stationary
forming The Whole
against water, still
until The Lady of The House
decides
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:15pm
The Sky is a watercolour wash —
have I said that before?
Probably — One Stripe
is the same as The Ocean
& so includes Itself
as a partition
of liquid cloud
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:35pm
She was My Little Girl
My Masterpiece of Perfection
The Adorable Child
I have only in photographs
separated from Me
while I was ill
NOW — She is off
from Miami Beach
to British Columbia
leaving another heart
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:48am
Listen to Our Ocean
out across Our Land
It sings Its rhythmic waves
in chimes of soothing rush
The push and pull
of a distant shore
against an open window
delights Me more
for a shallow sleep
than dreams I have in store
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:48pm
There Shimmers A Silver Sky
to thank Me for My smallest
of tasks — a sewing job
on My Husband’s pants
and the careful look
Eye took — lingeringly
at My Grandmother’s
needle book
with a yellow cover
& eight red wool pages
enclosed with a hand made clasp
to go inside
My Strawberry Painted
Sewing Box
Joanna Gilman Hyde 