The Hawk Kitchen 5:01pm
I looked up from cutting
My Potatoes
and took in My Breath
seeing The First Illuminaton
of an otherwise nondescript day
— The Sun had broken through
in The West
and to The East I saw
The Scraggly Apple
and bank of scrub spruce
momentarily
tinged with Gold
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:18am
I am comfortable
in My House —
It’s not a hotel
with lavish sheets & pillows —
It comes with A Husband
& Seven Cats
lying about with the rain
& Our Second Cups
of Coffee
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:57am
Hunter has a sideways glance
I find so endearing
He cocks His Head
to the right
& catches You with His Eye
tilted
for a split second
& looks away & down
having hinted
“Isn’t that so?”
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:22pm
My Halo is back
visiting Me for half an hour
while I listened
to world financial forecasts
with Hunter
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:33pm
I will not be burned
at the stake I will be shot
in The Back again
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:39pm
Giant Foundation
for Me to stand supported
about to topple?
*founder of The Cooper Union for The Advancement of Science and Art
written in honour of Peter Cooper’s birthday February 12, 1791
The Hawk Dining Room 8:24am
If I could paint The Sky
this morning
It would be a WOW Sky
blending into The Ocean
with lateral lines of pinkish light
Sky Light
coming through the breaks
in blue-grey clouds
with Golden Wash above
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:52pm
If I were to paint
a picture of My Self
what colour would I use
to start? Yellow, please
as I see Me in a room
of Gold
with Purple Rings
under My Eyes
as I see Them sag
into disproportion
I would put Chartreuse
upon My Fallen Lids
stark Black for Brows
still arched
My Two Left Moles
would be three-dimensional
& My Lips, cracked slightly
with age lines
would be a Lurid Red
maybe smearing across
The Right Side
Of My Face
The Hawk Window Seat 12:22pm
I have put up
a sheer lavender curtain
— one that Eliza didn’t like —
in Her vacated lavender room
now to be used for Guests
Who may never come
— the curtain has purple carnations
scattered across it
without obscuring the view
of rolling surf beyond
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:42pm
My Kitchen is a one-woman
affair
with “everything at My Fingertips”
as voiced by a former neighbour
from Shelburne where The Kitchen
was a communal eat-in
in the very old Shakespeare House —
The Kitchen in Atlantic
opened out to the rest of the downstairs
& there I never felt It was Mine anyway
“My Kitchen” as I feel here on The Hawk
where I cook giant casseroles
to eat by the week
& where I am happy
even putting away the dishes
Joanna Gilman Hyde 