The Hawk Portico 4:15pm
Silver is not a barbaric relic
as Gold has been called
Silver as a standard of measurement
is tried & true
I may be worth millions
in a very short time
as I have bought into
The Sterling Which Fell On My Head
at a specific date
one sunny afternoon
over twenty years ago
& Which has been incubating
ever since
The Hawk Corner Room 1:05pm
I take care of A Doctor:
I bring Him His Coffee
upon waking
I wash His Silver Hair
@ 8:00
I bring His Cereal
to The Computer
I kiss Him
upon leaving
–
When He’s home sick
I take The Phone out of The Bedroom
I feed The Cats
I station My Self in The House
or out on The Deck in fair weather
to check on Him
to see if He’s still asleep
or if He wants Anything
The Hawk Deck 9:03am
This has been The Place
of My Full Recovery
from My Mother’s Death
of more than Twenty Years
This is The Place of My Happiness and Joy
with Molten Silver on The Sea
Bird Life, Cat Life
My Life and My Husband’s
–
The Hawk Living Room Window 4:43pm
My Serenity Level
cannot be measured
there is no equipment
like The Blood Sugar Thing
there is only The Sun
streaming in over Me
as I sit on the end
of The Tomato-coloured Couch
with The Window open
airing in The Waves
from The Southern Tip
of The Hawk
Grey if You like
in This Time of Black & White
I represent The Reconciliation
of Opposites
I can Speak
if You Dare To Listen
I can Point
if You Dare To Open
Your Eyes
though I will not blind You
with My Brilliance –
I will fortify You
with Your Own
What Could We Accomplish
Out There
in Our Brave Wide World –
would You allow Me
to become a Child again –
with The Child’s brazen curiosity?
Could You, Would You
dress Me in Silver –
Dazzling Grey –
or shall I stay
in My Thick Grey Robe?
I’m sitting on My neutral sofa
with The Atlantic Ocean & Open Sky
both Grey Today
along My Right
& You, All of You –
to My Left
Joanna Hyde
New Year’s Day 2012 The Hawk
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:45pm
I AM NOT AN ARTIST
WRITING IN FEROCITY
I AM SICK OF WAITING
ON THIS CUSP OF CHAOS
I AM ONE HUMAN BEING
CAUGHT
IN THE NET OF SELECTIVE
MIND WORKS
CONVEYED AS ART/POETRY
BUT THAT IS NOT
WHO I AM
I AM PUSHING OUT
THE MADE-UP PERSONAE
OF BLACK JESUS, SILVER CHRIST, THE ANTI-CHRIST
I AM DENYING GOD
HAVING A HOLD ON ME
I was just an innocent girl
when The Shower of Lights
befell Me
I thought They were from God
Well, I have news
BIG NEWS —
THEY WERE FROM MY MIND
MY MIND CREATED THEM —
I CREATED THE NOTION OF GOD
IN MY MIND
MY MIND IS GREATER THAN GOD
God is a pee wee
The Hawk Deck 8:51am
The Sea is liquid silver
in these early morning hours
I take solace in The Surf
to The North of where I sit
soaking in a last day of summer
with birds abuzz & cats
stirring on The Deck
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:56pm
I am feeding
on the greenery of quiet
waiting for word
from a fleet of white
Silverados
telling Me
“Now’s The Time
Just Sit Tight
We’ll Be There Soon —
The Answer Will Be Soon — ”
The opening of My Cocoon
will be applauded
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22pm
Every night @ 9:30 I swallow a concoction
of medical remedies for sleep
— not to build a cocoon of ages —
but to bury Me underwater
like The Dragonfly Nymph
Who emerges after several years
into clear summer air
to fly the frenzied mating dance
to be admired
should She land against
the sleeve or head
of The Silver Haired Doctor
bent on examination
The Hawk Deck 11:22am
Looking up through My Sunglasses
I see Magical Bulbous Wisps
of White
lacing across The Immediate Sky
moving like Tentacles of Mist
to The North
where They fade
into Grey Slivers
of Silver
The Hawk Deck 10:40pm
Dressed in My Warm Silver Robe
I have drunk the repletion
of My Life’s Waters so far
I am out on My Deck
on a windless morning
sun ablaze
I am in a haze
of happy Self
Note: written
while My Daughter happens to be
hunting
in Vermont
for one possible surviving copy
of My 364 page
Manuscript
Joanna Gilman Hyde 