Eye watched The Moon
escape The Clouds —
the veil of its delicate
clip
to be released
above My Bowl of pink
and gold beneath
the accent of its reach —
only to disappear amidst
the haze of upper
streak
The Hawk Corner Room 1:02am
EYE have seized The Sky
up here in My Corner Room
where I can paint all day
if I want to, or go to the beach.
I’m cooking for One
and enjoying every minute of it
with My New French Canadian Radio to keep Me company.
Tonight I sorted through My Clothes
and am choosing to wear Those
of no particular significance,
and if You too, My Lovely Daughter
happen to read This
or have It read to You,
please know that I love You always
and will never violate
Your Adjacent Room
The Hawk En Suite Bath Window 7:32am
The October Sky about witch
other Lovers have written —
displays Its Self in Its earliest moments
as darkest grey against
faint peach light
The Tumult of The Century
looms in Its volume
and EYE have found The Solace of Thought
in Its Dramatic Commentary
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:21am
Striated Sky You
are with Me at last
while the coffee steeps
I see Your Colours —
Your Golden Touch
between the edges —
The Silken Grey
along Your bounds
I harbour You
and feed upon You
in My Morning gaze
filled with Longing
of dare I say
Love?
The Hawk Family Room 4:40pm
I See Our Galaxy
Out My West Window
Filling Up & Out The Sky
Glowing In Its Centre
With What May Be The Sun
Joanna Gilman Hyde 