The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:27am
Silver streaks the water and sky
I have dreamt of a lullaby
The Sun is like a pearl of cloud
caught enmeshed in the ocean’s shroud
All I want is within My Reach
a home on the shores
of a magnificent beach
Content am I to be here with My Love
of pets, of place, of men above
I am not alone, I am free to say
whatever Truth may come today
Yes, The Silver Streaks are My Guide
I will shoulder Their Eminence
for The Song of My Life
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:22pm
When I was 23
I saw My Name In Lights
— Red Ones —
@ The World Trade Center
I see It now
— In Silver —
as Those Silver Spears
have forked Me
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:06am
Oh how I want to knead
a double weave of lavender
& green —
I want so badly
to meld a shield
of diamond coloured star
in My Center
Oh how I want to paint
the emblematic Silver
of My Center
My Big Black X
so I could make a pair
to My Black Star
The Hawk En-suite Bath 9:51am
I see A Fragment
of Our Universe
emblazoned on the sink faucet
It has arrived
by spit
spraying tooth paste splatter
washed together
with the fluid
of many microbes
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 Outpost 8:00am
The Sea is NOT Silver
Today — can You believe it?
It is the colour of The Cloud —
laden sky — with the tapered end
of a fog bank to the East
rising up like an elongated
iceberg
in the middle
of My Glacial View
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:35am
The Silver Band of Ocean
barred by black cloud
illuminates the feathered white
above all
presenting The Glory
of The Day
at hand
The Hawk Kitchen 7:53am
The Silver Glare
alerts My Eyes
& shifts to flashes
of White
safe in My Kitchen
with the coffee pot on
I care not
for the rest of The World —
Oh but I do!
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:38am
The Ocean looks
like A Silver Bar
polished as if One
would polish
an old silver bar
regulated to The Sky
Joanna Gilman Hyde 