The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:45pm
The Universe is Female
shaped like a laundry basket
with one side sloped in
to go over a hip
emptied into
The Male Design of Machine
only to be filled
again
February 14th, The Hawk Queen Bed 11:30pm
My Halo is My Tiara
pressed from the finest Silver
filigree
encrusted with diamonds
dripping with pearls
like Princess Di’s
I’m tide to It
now — It has become
My Sign
My Signature
The Hawk West Desk Window 12:52pm
When I See My Halo
I Am Lit
by the pervasion
of The Shower Of Lights
I recognize
The Strength
of My Surroundings
The Strength
of All People
within
The Hawk Kitchen 12:28pm
My Kitchen is My
Viewing Station
through glass doors
& arched window
over the sink
I can see hawks
schools of tiny birds
like an aquarium
against an ever-changing
cloud-scape —
to the right
I have the delight
of The Kitchen Outpost
— a smaller window
facing My Enormous
Expanse
of salty shore line
ever-changing in the weather
of the sea
The Hawk Kitchen 7:00pm
I See The Sphere
Of Our Universe
Swirling In Countless Forms
Of Loose Fat Globules
Inside A Big Black Frying Pan:
Hamburger Grease
And Tap Water
Don’t Mix —
They Create
The Hawk T.V. Room 12:38pm
I got enough sleep
Not The Sleep Of The Dead
still in My Pyjamas
She seems to want Me
close —
My Daughter’s Cat
I tell Her “It’s OK”
I pet Her “It’s All Right”
She gives a breathy mew
& lifts Her Head
to Live
The Hawk Window Seat 5:20pm
A Sunset scatters
Itself across
The Wildest Sky
w/ tiny outlines of Gold
along the bottomest of cloud
Eye hear The Wind Song along
the southern face of M(eye) House
& watch a neighbour’s weathervane
list in translation
The Hawk Dining Room 11:09am
I catch The Silver Glare
off The Ocean beyond
a neighbour’s shed
The Sky is paraded
by a scattering of cloud
I sit in The Light
to write of My Day
to tell The World
I Am Staking My Claim
The Hawk Kitchen 5:01pm
I looked up from cutting
My Potatoes
and took in My Breath
seeing The First Illuminaton
of an otherwise nondescript day
— The Sun had broken through
in The West
and to The East I saw
The Scraggly Apple
and bank of scrub spruce
momentarily
tinged with Gold
Joanna Gilman Hyde 