The Hawk Window Seat 1:30am
I let The Moonlight
in along the floor
& across My Seat
where the toilet sat
& across My Bed
where I dreamt
of a depression of sun
on My Forearm
belonging to someone
else*
*Karen King
The Hawk Dining Room 10:11am
Oh My God
The Silver On The Ocean
Is Divine
The Sun Spreads Through The Clouds
& Hits The Water’s Sway
Pulling Me
To The Day I Was Hit
With My Glorious Silver Heights
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:11pm
I have slipped
into cashmere grey
I have looked
@ My Passing
vehicles as grey now —
differing shades
to reassure Me
on My Track
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:32pm
I See A Peach-coloured Star
lowering Itself
beneath the wires
sinking into the fog
of the shoreline
It Is My Home Star
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:06am
Oh how I want to knead
a double weave of lavender
& green —
I want so badly
to meld a shield
of diamond coloured star
in My Center
Oh how I want to paint
the emblematic Silver
of My Center
My Big Black X
so I could make a pair
to My Black Star
The Hawk Kitchen, sometime in the afternoon
I am under The Spell
of creation I have blown
the breath of Life
into the blankness
of everything
and I am The Creator
of what has
always
been
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:40pm
I can hear Nova Scotia
in the song of the birds
on the convolutions of the wind
breezing through My Screen
Yes, I am screened in —
I live a life for God
by Her Design
I am laden
with My Perfect
Responsibility
meshing with the object
of My Deepest Wish
The Hawk Kitchen 5:15pm
I have My Purple Toes
in My Silver Sandals
I can look down
on Them & pretend
I am in The Sky
or perched in a tree
Living The Life
of an On-high
Observer
The Hawk Hallway 6:50pm
Silver Glows
Upon The Westward Sea
The High Wires
Glitter In The Sun
Still High
While My Fish
Melts Under The Broiler
Joanna Gilman Hyde 