The Hawk West Desk Window 7:04pm
I Lift The Shade
From My Husband’s Nap
To Check The Progress
Of The Sun — It
Lays Out Her Silver
Upon The Bay
An Hour Before The Set
We’ll Watch
The Hawk Outpost 10:26am
I Lift My Life Glass
To The Silver On The Water
& Watch As One Gull Flies By
Within The Breadth Of A Dappling
Of Cloud
A Fishing Boat On The Horizon
Shimmers In The Mix
Of My Sea
& Sky
&
I
Drink
The Hawk West Desk Window 4:56pm
The tidal outlet
of The Hawk Inlet
is wet with low tide
sheening silver
before the dunes
of The Cape
silhouetted against a silver ocean
seated — I or The Ocean?
through
My Window
Screen
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:26pm
I once had someone ask Me
“Joanna, are You A Perfect Person?”
I answered with The Perfect Answer
“Sometimes.”
I have always been
in A State Of Perfection
I have always existed
and The State Of Existence Is Perfect
when I die I will have
The Perfect Death
I will fly away to the stars
My Spirit will impregnate
again
the egg of someone new
and I will grow once more
into A Being with A Mind
into A Human with A Destiny
different from
My Own
The Hawk Queen Bed 11:40am
Do We Own The Peepers
In Our Muskrat Pond?
Do We Own The Birds
Upon Our Lawn?
–
The Mourning Dove Upon A Wire
Is In My View
And My Desire
–
I May Claim The Waves
In My Broad Reach
And Walk Along Their Salty Beach
–
Yet All I Love
In What Surrounds
Holds Me Close
Within Its Bounds
The Hawk Outpost 2:27pm
I’ve taken to leaning My Elbows
on The Hawk Kitchen Outpost —
a narrow window looking East
perfect for One Person
From My Stance I can see
the backs of My Neighbour’s Barns
top branches of one deciduous tree
and two roof lines down by the shore
The Ocean spreads Itself before Me
and I can see white lines of waves
coming in
through a sizeable break
in the swath of scrub spruce
encircling this
Our Little Island
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
I Live To Hear The Ocean Breathe
I Live To Feel My Body’s Cells
Circulate, Race, Through My Limbs
I Live To Fulfil A Promise
Made
By My Brain To The Rest Of Me
“Live For The Moment”
“Live”
All Systems Within
Surging
I Felt Literally, Fully
Alive
The Hawk Outpost 5:48pm
Last Night You Showed Me
The Moon
Tonight I Have Seen It
Again
Between Parted Clouds
While I Think Of You —
Your Friend,
Joanna
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:04pm
Why don’t I just think
about God the way
Everybody Else does?
How much simpler would My Life be —
My Writing?
Would I quit bashing My Head
against the proverbial brick wall —
Would I join the rest of Humanity
if I believed in creation —
How can I believe in creation when I believe
We’ve never NOT existed
& that WE are responsible
for Our Own Realities?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 