The Hawk Outpost 9:05am
Bathed in Silver
in perpetuity
The Sun is warm
& no longer Golden
I stand —
one knee up —
at My Kitchen Outpost
to absorb
the light
off The Ocean
of My Existence
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm
Shower Me
with
Silver
&
I will tell You
All My Secrets
I can answer
any Question
I can see
with X-ray Vision
You Will Know Me
for All I Am
You Will Know
that I Am
Everything
&
You will want Me
Home
March 30th The Hawk Kitchen 6:17pm
I Will Shine
In Those Flashing Lights
Against A Background
Of Chaos
March 31st 2015 The Hawk Kitchen 8:25am
There is My Silver
Message!
Streaking Its Light
to Me on My Morning
of This, The 22nd
Anniversary
of My Shower of Silver Lights
I AM ONE
The Hawk Kitchen 8:20am
The Glare
of
Silver fills
My Hawk Outpost
Window
beaming out to Me
I stare
& see the afterglow
of
familiar lime green
when I
blink
The Hawk Corner Room 11:02am
How must I write
of the peacefulness
of The Morning —
under the snow
— last for spring —
under brilliant sun
shining its silver
off the sea
I will not row
today
The Hawk En-suite Bath 7:30pm
In My Floor-length
Mirror
I strike an imposing figure
sealed in grey
layers
Silver Chains
I am the correct weight
for a Woman My Height
which is tall
as My Lacquered Hands
will reach
With These Hands
gilded in Gold
I reach for The Sun
never to forget The Moon
I observe The Stars
— The People —
living & dying
forever on
Our Earth
The Hawk Outpost 8:19am
The blinding glare of sun
off the water
lies on this first day of spring
yet We are set, still
inside deep winter
with stars of light
glinting off My ice-covered
deck
The Hawk West Desk Window 3:00pm
I have two worn out Birks Boxes
for My Single Silver Pen
re-established in Its Domain
each time I finish
writing — oh like a body
underneath a coffin lid —
lay Me down in a tomb
marked for eternity
by Ever Stylish Artists
with Their Magic Implements
recoiling
from Their Brevity
Joanna Gilman Hyde 