The Hawk Kitchen 7:06pm
This 11th day of month 2:
Gold has achieved a three month rise
not met in thirty years
& I am celebrating
by taking My Spaghetti
out of The Oven
@ 10:22
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:55pm
In M(EYE) Left Hand
I hold the Stars of The Future:
Silver Glitter from The Removal
of M(EYE) X-Miss Tree —
One Silver Orb off The Star from The Top
& One Piece of The Tree
Itself — organic & bulbous —
a planet perhaps?
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:50pm
EYE will put M(EYE) Self
on The Edge of Calamity
handing out M(EYE) cans of soup
gathering up M(EYE) Gold of Humanity
counting up M(EYE) Alien Silver
& nay praying
for Our Ultimate
Collapse
of Faith
The Hawk Dining Room 9:44am
When I see The Silver
Light Light Light
on The Atlantic Shore
I know that I am
Safe Safe Safe
from early morning anxiety
involving letting Cats
in & out
Five Five Five
Times
The Hawk Dining Room 9:30am
The Sky separates
Its Self
at My Horizon Line —
raining wisps of snow
along Its downward edge
— sun breaks through
of course —
to drench the sea
in My Usual
Silver
The Hawk X Miss Tree 4:30pm
I am seeing The Breath
of The Universe
play on My Living Room Wall
enchanting Me
by the undulating placement
of light from The Sun
touching My Only Flat Silver Ball
cascading in slow motion
In & Out
The Hawk Window Seat 1:51pm
Today I am seeing
The Silver of The South
for M(EYE) First Time
through The Scrub Spruce
bounding
M(EYE) Water View
from a bedroom window
cushioning The Light House
with clouds
over-laying
a fine winter sun
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:55am
Today I have seen
the contemporary slash
of Silver on
My Horizon
& still,
when I blink
in the bathroom
before the washer & dryer
I see the customary
strip of Lime Green
The Hawk Beach 11:03am
EYE sat in that
Silver Sun
with The Beach spread
to My Back —
I’d turned an ankle
when looking up
to a flock of birds
gutting the wires
& taking off —
EYE followed Their Cloud
undulating
among the rocks
like a school
of Silver Fish
& when They passed
overhead
I straightened up
to watch
X — Miss Morning, The Hawk Guzzle 11:57am
EYE have walked to the ends
of The Earth —
well Canada anyway —
& found not
a pot of gold but
that of Silver & Coal —
Coal Black like
My Onyx Pen —
My Black Jesus underwear
My Painting on My Basement Floor
& The Flock of Crows
accompanying Me
along The Beach
where there’s a rock
I was intending to sit on
but the sand has shifted
so now The Guzzle
surrounds My Seat
& I can only look
at Its barnacles to get
My Bearings
& return along the liquid silver
of the waves
Joanna Gilman Hyde 