How Do You Get To Be Anything
Without Being A Wanna-be?
NOTE: Eye am already
everything I have ever
wanted to Be —
except a helicopter pilot —
not YET
EYE
DO
PRECISION
WORK
The Hawk Deck 3:25
The Surf is rising —
I hear It beyond
the fog-wafted scrub spruce
to The North
–
It is calling Me:
The Waves surge through My Limbs
then subside
while I get My Breath
–
My Art is in My Pen
driven by My Surroundings:
today the breezy fog
accompanied by horns
low-pitched
meshes with a Chickadee’s chirp
as I relinquish all longing
& bask in My SELF
Joanna Gilman Hyde 