The Hawk Dining Room 9:46am
A Beam Of Silver
straddles My View
out past the neighbours’
low roof tops
It stems from The Sun’s
white blaze
& turns
lime green
when I blink
The Hawk West Desk Window 12:52pm
When I See My Halo
I Am Lit
by the pervasion
of The Shower Of Lights
I recognize
The Strength
of My Surroundings
The Strength
of All People
within
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:32pm
Last Night I Had A Dream
I was married
to Dr Blair
I felt safe
in the security
of Our Marital Bed
I felt His Warm Right Hand
on My Left
& then I went to sleep
The Hawk Living Room 12:34pm
When I learned to walk
in Africa
I stooped over
& squatted
in The Sands of Gabon
to pick up spiral shells
to lift into
My Mother’s
View
The Hawk Outpost 8:00pm
I see a star-scape
in the canopy
of very cold snow —
One Flake
has Me transfixed
by Its glittering reflection
from an indirect
light
of something as mundane
as the deck lamp
The Hawk Kitchen 12:28pm
My Kitchen is My
Viewing Station
through glass doors
& arched window
over the sink
I can see hawks
schools of tiny birds
like an aquarium
against an ever-changing
cloud-scape —
to the right
I have the delight
of The Kitchen Outpost
— a smaller window
facing My Enormous
Expanse
of salty shore line
ever-changing in the weather
of the sea
The Hawk Outpost 5:00pm
I am wearing
the colours
of sea & sky
meshed with The Silver
in My Heart
& Mind
I am moving with the clouds
of mauve
in the late afternoon light
of My Retirement
from Babyhood
into The Child’s Place
of wonder
The Hawk Kitchen 7:00pm
I See The Sphere
Of Our Universe
Swirling In Countless Forms
Of Loose Fat Globules
Inside A Big Black Frying Pan:
Hamburger Grease
And Tap Water
Don’t Mix —
They Create
Joanna Gilman Hyde 