The Hawk Kitchen 4:12pm
I can feed Millions
with My Ham & Broccoli Casseroles
My Trays of Eggplant Parmesan
My Pots of Baked Spaghetti
Yes — I Am A Cook
& I Am Cooking up
The Feast
of God’s Deposition
The Hawk Kitchen Sink 7:08pm
In My Galactic Frying Pan
sits the grease of aeons
each particle stationary
forming The Whole
against water, still
until The Lady of The House
decides
May 15, 2015 The Hawk Queen Bed 9:42pm
Women are bleeding
all over The Globe
having babies and abortions
I am so tired
I could sleep for a thousand years
& wake to A New Day
of Knowing
& wake to A New Long Day
The Hawk Portico 2:22pm
Hello My Question Mark Ring!
You’re back on My Right Middle Finger
from where You should
never have strayed
I Love You Question Mark Ring
with Your enormous chunk of cut quartz crystal
& Your lower level of twenty-four diamonds
shaped for Your Name
I am proud of You
& All You Represent:
My Fortitude
My Grace
My Happiness of Place
The Question is merely
for Those Who Do Not Know Me
for I open up to anyone
close
I open up for You
My Dearest Emblem of Faith
The Hawk Kitchen 8:07am
The Vibrancy of Silver
is awash across the water
filling My Kitchen
with bright rays of light
I wait for the coffee to steep
to write of My Days
here in the quiet
of My Sufficient Sleep
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:43pm
The Bug crawling up
My Outpost Window
can feel My Breath
My Heart-beat
My Urgency to Write
He is A Living Being
from The Roots of Divinity
like Me
The Hawk Corner Room 10:38am
The Haze over The Sun
affords a pristine view
of the watery sparkles
splayed out across
My Precious Horizon
as I sit in The Lotus
Position & think
of My Friends & Lovers
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:30am
My Earth is a jewel
with Its opalescent sky
& silvery sea
I come to It naturally
as a babe in utero
to dwell in Its paradises
to live off Its swell
to savour all Its antiquities
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:20pm
When I see a quiet wave
break
from a dark blue swell
into a white ridge of foam
gliding along the rocky shore
I think of the arms
of Our Galaxy
cradling
All We Are
Our Lives
Our God
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:55pm
I have a window by My Bed
which lets The Whole World In
across the sonorous waves
of multitudinous peeps
the tourist cars arrive
to watch the deer
and the air of cool spring
seeps in
so soothing to a relative
from Florida
Joanna Gilman Hyde 