The Hawk Exercise Room: 10:11am
EYE catch The Sun
in My Foetal Pulsating Fingers
as I hold up My Left Leg backwards
My Right Hand comes forward
illuminated and red
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:36am
The Sun has risen
much further North
than I expected
& I am to execute
a sculpture of Hunter’s closest friend
whose eyes are up & open
to the surprise of his
final moment
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:38am
EYE See The Mighty Silver
beaming off the water’s edge
I feel the warmth of Our Sun
across My Morning Face —
I see the spheres of illumination
through My Blinking Lash
I hear the coffee water boiling
calling for A Second Steep
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:55am
Before The Dawn
Of Our New Era
We Are On The Cusp of Night
We Are Silver Now
As The Moon
As The Midnight Hour
Of Transformation
From The Golden Sun
Into That Precious Rarity:
Our Star-patterned
Future
Barrington Passage, NS 3:30pm
EYE have a piece
of The Night Sky
on My Right Middle Finger
My Trigger Finger
with The Silver Emblem
of a curve-sided diamond —
EYE am out
to make the sturdiness
of M(EYE) Self
Timeless
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:55pm
I have looked up
to see Orion
I have looked down
to see My Toes
painted Nordic Lights —
Tomorrow I get My Ring —
My Ring of Fire
bought with My Own Money
for I am That Child
Who must have Her Toys
& begs to be shown off
against Our Backdrop
of Disaster
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:12pm
I have just spent an hour at least
shielding My Eyes from the sun
to watch a flock of Starlings
starting in Our Yard —
heading across the street
in elongated splashes of sparkle
every time They took off —
and matted together on either
roof lines, grass or wires
in Their elusive group-think
I would give anything
to know
The Hawk Living Room 8:30pm
The Time has Come
to write of My Floor
My Platform of The Universe
laid out like a sea
The Foundation of My Living Room –
I come downstairs
seeing It from above
to pick up stray galaxies
of cat hair bundles
— maybe only one or two —
along the vast expanse
of My Extreme Meanderings
The Hawk Dining Room 6:57am
I got up to let out
a cat
& saw My Painting
in the sky —
I saw the orange and purple
laid out before Me
stretched along the horizon
& I am filled with a knowing
happiness
as I see the pink turn
to gold
& the ball of licking light
rise
The Hawk Queen Bed 1:30am
I had a stone wall once
a series, a square
of old grey rocks, cleared & tumbling
fenced around an apple orchard
behind My Mother’s Island House:
It had two openings
for a wagon’s passage — one
on the East wall
one on the West
& I mowed through it
with a $2.00 lawn mower
over buttercups
& wild raspberry cane
& over a nest of field mice
Joanna Gilman Hyde 