The Hawk Corner Room 9:30am
The Wash Of Cloud
Radiates My Silver
Along The Ocean Strip
It Moves Across
My Window View
Urging Me My Grip
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:11pm
Q: God, what has made You
appear in this time We are in?
–
A: I have been here all along —
yet I have revealed My Self through
The Light Of Silver
apparent only in the Dawning
Of The Dark.
–
Q: Do You feel We are entering
a period of Darkness?
–
A: Yes, We are already here.
–
Q: How do You see Us getting out?
–
A: When All Of Humanity
comes to the realization
that It, Humanity, is
The Collective Mind
of God — We will have begun
Our Exit from The Dark
into The Celebration
Of The Dark,
The Unknown.
–
Q: Are We entering a period of
The Unknown?
–
A: Yes, there too We are already in It.
–
Q: Do We need to turn to alien intelligence
to cope?
–
A: Nope. We have what It takes.
We must simply measure Our Minds of today
with those of the past.
We must look back
in order to see
Our Future.
The Hawk Dining Room 9:28am
…leaving the expanse of roiling ocean
with Silver cascading off
in spray
to move in closer on a neighbour’s drive
— there an illuminated puddle —
the road is wet
reflective
right down to My Window Sash
a Silver
dot
The Hawk Window Seat 10:30am
A fine head of Silver Hair
graces the brow
of My Husband —
He dresses in Jeans
for Casual Friday
while I fix
His Silver Cat Pendent
around His Neck
I fix His Plain Oatmeal
instant with raisins
& cinnamon
while He sits
before His Computer
reading of worldly events
at quarter to eleven
He rises to put on His Shoes
black Eccos from over six years ago
& gets His Coat —
a leather jacket made in China
from over twenty
He kisses Me at the door
before He drives away
in His black 2000 Lincoln LS
to His Office in Barrington
where He attends
over fifty people
a day
Who Love Him
The Hawk Dining Room 10:00am
How many times can I write
of The Silver Streaks
replicated from My Head
across My Newest Ocean?
A Million Times for I have
found a thousand opportunities
inside a game
which can only go
up
The Hawk Dining Room 9:06am
The Silver Glare
off The Sea
leaks into My Eyes
It makes Me thirsty
to watch It so
I’ll drink My Glass
marked “LIFE”
The Hawk Dining Room 9:55am
The Silver Clouds
beam across the sky
leaving Their Mark upon The Sea
The Sea is steel now
The Clouds heavy
with The Weight
of My Life-line
The Hawk Outpost 10:15am
I have risen to The Gleam Of Silver
aeons in the making
having set Its High
& clung to It
I will witness The World’s
turn-around
from the light of gold
to The Shower Of Silver —
from the day of the yellow metal
to The Night of The White
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:08pm
Big News among The Crows
today, heralded by several Jays
as I looked to The Grey Ocean
& Sky — The US Mint
sold out Its Silver Eagles
while A Great Blue Heron flew
past My Kitchen Outpost
The Hawk Window Seat 5:05pm
We are on a passage way
toward & of seduction — I am
Dr Blair’s — I belong
in His House By The Sea
with The Sun setting golden
thrown against The Silver Clouds
Joanna Gilman Hyde 