The Hawk Queen Bed, November 10, 10:30pm
The Hawk Kitchen 5:43pm
God Is Not Above
God Is In You
filling You whole
& looking out
from Your Eyes
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:47am
By The Power
Vested In Me
By The Shower Of Silver Lights
I Am The God
With VOICE
& I Am Speaking
To The World
The Hawk Dining Room 6:49pm
Like the flocks of tiny birds
We watched this morning —
there has to be
a Collective Shift —
a Collective Curve
& Undulation
of Our Global —
No — Universal
Perception
The Hawk Kitchen, sometime in the afternoon
I am under The Spell
of creation I have blown
the breath of Life
into the blankness
of everything
and I am The Creator
of what has
always
been
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:40pm
I can hear Nova Scotia
in the song of the birds
on the convolutions of the wind
breezing through My Screen
Yes, I am screened in —
I live a life for God
by Her Design
I am laden
with My Perfect
Responsibility
meshing with the object
of My Deepest Wish
The Hawk Hallway 6:50pm
Silver Glows
Upon The Westward Sea
The High Wires
Glitter In The Sun
Still High
While My Fish
Melts Under The Broiler
The Hawk Kitchen 8:30am
I have been wrestling
with God all My Life
finally I am winning
I have taken control
of the biggest force I know
& made Him do
His Dirty Work
for Me
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:20pm
When I see a quiet wave
break
from a dark blue swell
into a white ridge of foam
gliding along the rocky shore
I think of the arms
of Our Galaxy
cradling
All We Are
Our Lives
Our God
Joanna Gilman Hyde 