The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:22am
No rowing today
It’s snowing & I prefer
to keep My Feet up
with a scraggly cat by My Side
looking out to My Beloved
scraggly apple, scrub spruce
complete with the occasional crow
The Hawk Kitchen 12:25pm
Stuck inside a snow globe
looking through Her Sliding Glass Doors
to The Ferocity of Earth
laid out before
Her Feet
seen from above
— or any angle for that matter —
She has six cats
two grown children
two husbands under Her Belt —
She dashes off poetry
as if The World
is All Hers
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:04am
From the wet snow of yesterday
I see a single white wire
a line of necklace grace
where usually the black
hovers unnoticed
The Hawk Queen Bed 1:22pm
Trying to take a nap
with one Ativan
& My Doctor/Husband beside Me
I am in My Underwear
with snow squalls out Our window
— I don’t have My Glasses on —
everything’s all a blurb
Joanna Gilman Hyde 