The Hawk Beach 8:10pm
Tonight I am immersed
in a blue paler
than the sky
after a light rain
when I almost didn’t bring My Book
the weightiness of My Words
has Me sitting on damp sand
at the edge of the tide
as darker waves undulate
beneath sunlight in The East —
OH!
Eliza’s Bath NOON
I can step out
from My Shower now
into My Old Grey Towel
into The Hawk Beach Waves
through the bathroom window
and not see
The Halo
I used to think was magic
I used to think all It encompassed
was Super Duper Important
and now I see how
important is My Survival
The Hawk Beach 7:00pm
Beside My Lovely Guzzle
The Transparency of Flaming June
is complete —
finished in a two-day almost frenzy
& I am almost exhausted —
here for My Fortification
with The Waves @ My Sneakers
I have somewhere to go
while My Husband rows
His Dory
and We take a break
from discussions of
The Medical Cartel
The Hawk Beach 8:11pm
There were three loose dogs
on The Hawk Beach tonight
so I turned South West
toward The Drowned Forest —
The Tide was out revealing
an extended array of ancient stumps
haggled in rock weed
twisted roots of prehistoric origin
continuing their grope through a sandy bog bed —
I came past the mysterious line
of purposely positioned stalks
to where an outcropping
of larger mangled trunks mingled
with the off-shore boulders
and I sat upon a square white rock
to write as The Sun went down
behind
The Hawk Deck 10:10am
I have said Good-bye
to My Darling Cow Bird
Whose love affair with My Car Mirror
is gone
He bowed off with another
female two weeks ago —
I have said Hello
to My Husband
and will be hanging The Bedding
in Our Hot Sun
I will be playing
The Cow Bird’s Song
on an internet recording
for The Arrival
of My Children
one week
tomorrow
The Hawk Beach 2:45pm
I have walked The High Tide Line
to The Restoration of My Reason
and so have reached The Guzzle
a rivulet of blue and aqua
flowing into The Atlantic Waves —
I have satisfied God’s demands
to feel the need
of living and so
I sit with a flock of gulls
adjacent to The Supreme Essence
of Peace I have become
The Hawk Beach NOON
I threw away a fantasy rock
into the depths of the bamboo hedge
never to be found
despite rubber gloves
rubber boots
and heavy brown pants
I may never wear again
instead
I walked to The Hawk Beach
and setting foot
on the ledge of piled stones
I found three great ones —
a double-lined, a single-lined
and an oblong grey
side-swiped with white
to put at My Front Step
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:15pm
I think I fatally injured
an innocent spider
down in the cellar
cleaning out the kitty box —
did I sweep Him too hard
with the broom?
I think I may have stepped on Him
as He crumpled up and then lay flat
moving only briefly
before I put Him in My Palm
and emptied Him
into the trash
The Hawk Deck 12:43pm
I had a robbery
of My Family’s Happiness
sitting in a Jacuzzi
in Toronto
with Eliza running around
the edge —
I had a robbery
of My Love for My Husband
My Handsome Capable Carpenter —
The Father of My 2.4 Children
I had a robbery
of My Son’s Happy Childhood
when I told Him at age eleven
His Parents were separating
I had a robbery
of My First Marriage
by a skinny little doctor
who called Me a “seer”
on April Fool’s Day
the morning after
My Sacred Shower Of Silver Lights
which NOBODY
will ever
STEAL
The Hawk Outpost 10:03am
I have to look at The Ocean
differently now —
I can not see
My Future of sexual bliss
in Its glitter
Its beauty is of The Past —
of The Shower of Silver Lights
where no man
but God
was present
Joanna Gilman Hyde 