The Hawk Deck 10:45am
I waved Good-Bye
to My Working Husband
as He pulled out of Our Drive
I glanced across
My Left Shoulder
& saw how I survive
I saw The Silver
across The Sea
& knew It in a flash
I have all I’ll ever need
Forever I Will Last
The Hawk Dining Room 11:17am
The Swath of Silver
has moved
from My Kitchen Outpost
to beyond The Dining Room
I can see It
from My Marble Table
& I can Love It
all the more
— steel streaks included —
framed within
My Arched Window
garlanded by Eliza
The Hawk Deck 9:47am
I am Up
from My Depression
— that was years ago —
to drink My Coffee
on My Deck
I am robed
in Liquid Silver
& The Ocean speaks
The Hawk Portico 12:15pm
There is Power in My Writing
It is not just Black
in Black’s simplicity
My Writing is All Colours
It is Alarm-bell Red for Stopping
It is Blue for Breathing
The Sky
It is Yellow for The Sun
It is Silver for Humanity
There is Power in Humanity
We are no longer
weaklings
groping Our Way
to death
We are Above death
for I have seen
The Light
of
Our Night
and I believe
We Are Eternal
The Hawk Outpost 9:22am
Harken Silver Sun!
Your Glare Is All
I Worship
Your Rise Each Day
Makes Me Live
Makes Me See
Beyond My Kitchen
Window Frame
Out To The World
I Love
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:00pm
The Silver Lights
crashed down
all around Me
& I cried out
“Oh My God
Oh My God!
Oh My God!!”
I
Am
The
Second Coming
of
Christ
I
Am
unravelling
The Mystery
of
The Meaning Of Life
an idea
which
cannot
be expressed
yet
I saw
It
in the dark
of a little hospital room
in
Shelburne, Nova Scotia
on March 31st, 1993
It, The Meaning
opened out to Me
like a pod
of
chocolate
I
saw
The Reason For Schizophrenia
I
saw
that I Am
The Reason
The Light
The Life
&
I will coat
My World
in the luscious
residue
of My Vision
until
The World
Gets
It
The Hawk Kitchen 11:22am
I don’t have to write
about My Very Old Depression
I don’t have to go on
The Rowing Machine
unless I want to
I can sit in My Grandmother’s Kitchen Chair
& drink tea in My Bathrobe:
I AM LIVING
THE CLEAN SLATE
OF MY LIFE
The Hawk Outpost 8:24am
I feel I am running out of time
to write of My Silver Sky
can You hear the desperation
in My Voice?
It lies before Me
but The Clouds
are shifting
& The Light on the ocean
has diminished
to one Silver Streak
The Hawk Outpost 9:06am
The Glistening Light
Listens To Me
As If I Could Say A Prayer
For The Whole World
Joanna Gilman Hyde 