The Hawk Deck Rail 12:11pm
The Waves are loudest
just beyond The Scraggly Apple
I have prepared My House
for a deep thinker
& am ready to depart
for a trip
of No Expectations
The Hawk West Desk Window 12:15pm
Two Jehovah’s Witnesses
knocked on My Side Door
while I was mopping upstairs
& tried to get Me
to believe in Satan
but I would have none of it:
“I give The Devil no credence”
They said, “So You believe Mankind is responsible
for all the bad things?”
I said, “In part, but I believe
in The Reconciliation of Opposites”
“What’s That?”
I told Them I wanted to get back
to My Cleaning
The Hawk West Desk Window 12:17pm
I Have Seen The Universe
Swirled In The Accidental Toe Print
Of Our White Cloth Bath Mat
In Eliza’s Shower
& When I Stepped Upon It
I Unintentionally Drew Out The Pin Wheel Form
To Leave
A Mere Trace
Of Our Grandest
Design
The Hawk Deck 3:30pm
I’m breathing New Life
into Black
out on My Laundry Line:
a solitary long black sweater
— short sleeved —
$1.25 @ The Salvation Army
to go with My New Travelling Outfit
for Our Air Plane Ride
out to Vancouver
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:22pm
I’ve seen another Galaxy
end-on in the crumb-laden
line of frosting off a piece
of Carrot Cake —
contained in a clear plastic box
I held
with My Barbie-Band-Aided fingers
from when I sliced My Left Index
& where Astro scratched
My Pinkie
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:22pm
In Memory Of All The Flies
Who Died When I Sprayed
Their Cranny
Over My Storm Door —
In Memory Of All Those
Times I Let You Out
Carefully Lowering The Glass Panel
On The Screen
To Ease You Down Without Harm —
I Have Had To Sweep Off
Your Carcasses
From My Step
& Hope I Never See Your Brothers
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:25pm
The Sun Is Silver
Beaming Out From A Ridge Of Cloud
Lining The Sky With One
Elongated Ray
Before It Sets
Into The Spray Of Islands
Beneath
The Hawk Deck 12:42pm
The Gull’s Raucous Cry
is every sound of Salt Air
rising above Its neighbours’
murmurings
It crowns the calls
of all other birds
& rings in the start
of Summer
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:40pm
We Lay In Our Beds
Flattened Against The Night
All Around One Half
Of The Globe
Only To Dream Of What Might
Happen
When We Raise
Our Selves
Up
Joanna Gilman Hyde 