The Hawk Kitchen 8:30am
The Clouds are lined with Silver
actual Silver Lining
& I am embarking on visiting
My Mother-in-law @ Roseway*
and in the other direction —
Luke of Whom I am so fond
–
*Roseway Hospital, Shelburne, NS
March 31st, 2014 Valley Regional Hospital, NS 5:32pm
Just let Me set here awhile
& let it all soak in —
let Me look at the mesh of the curtain
& remember The Flashes —
let Me hear My Mother-in-law breathing
under a heated blanket
& I will set & tell You
The Story with
no
end
The Hawk Kitchen 9:44am
Silver Greets Me
From The Earth And Sky
The Clouds Are Laced
With Watery Striation
The Ocean Is Streaked
With My Favourite Light
I Am Safely Stationed
In My Morning Place
The Hawk Window Seat 2:44pm
I Took My Shower
@ 2:22
I Was in There
For Untold Minutes, Hours, Days
I Am Still There
Rubbing My Eyes
Like A Child
Who Sees The Spray
Of The Universe
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:03pm
The nightly ointment applied
to My Doctor-Husband’s legs
has conditioned My Hands
ready for work
I will now delve into the guts
of Humanity
The Innards of The World
I will knowingly dirty My Hands
when I said I never would
serve God — I would serve
only My Self —
I have seen The Meaning of Life
and It is brazen and brash
as The Sun
and It is My Dark Haired Angel
God of My Creation
sitting on My Right Shoulder
declaring in Her Melodious Voice
“You Know The Meaning Of Life
And So You Are A Star —
So Go To Sleep…”
I will go now not to sleep
but to coat My Broad-palmed Hands
laden with the protective balm of Her Words
to absolve the recesses of My Skin
of any fatal impurity
and pummel My New-born Fists
into every Man, Woman and Grown-up Child
The Hawk Dining Room 12:18pm
Why do I feel so much better?
is the same question as
Why do I feel so terrible?
There is no one answer for either
so I will revel in My Contentedness
and dismiss the recollection
of Darker Days
The Hawk Corner Room 7:35pm
The Prettiest Light
is in The Eastern Sky
when The Sun goes down in The West
The East soaks It in
in Mauve, then Chiffon Pink
with Blue-grey underneath
hovering over The Water
I sit and think
how Yesterday
is no more
how Today
is ending thus
Joanna Gilman Hyde 