The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:58am
The thinnest strip of Silver
sets My North Eastern View
The Horizon line it designates —
starting at the scrub spruce
travelling to a brown roof top
where the center of The Horizon
turns dark grey
travelling to the second roof top
and beyond to My Neighbour’s
leafy tree
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:44pm
Hark — there’s a Silver Streak
along the Western Horizon
of My Evening View
I am rewarded
from a day of grey
to the embarkment
of broken cloud
and layered sun
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:55am
EYE am The Artist
standing at My Door
waving Good-bye to My Husband
dressed in My Thick Grey Robe
the substance of The Sky
today
on a day
when anything can happen
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:39am
The Sea is tarnished Silver
with an illuminated break above
We have done our best
to support a friend
who hears voices
and is trying out
a new regime
The Hawk Deck 9:00am
The Silver off The Water
crashes into My Eyes
loosely glinting on Its Southern Edge
I hear The Morning Birds
out on My Deck
with the screen open behind Me
hearing the water kettle on
for Our Second Cup
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:45am
Even when The Sea is dark
shrouded by heavy cloud
threatening to rain
on My Bedding hanging out to dry
The Sea is beautiful —
a slate grey swath
of magnificance
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:43am
The Sun is hitting The Sea again
burnishing It with Silver
The Clouds have moved across
and above
as the northward horizon
calls to Me
to look
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:09am
The Sun rises North now
over The Scrub Spruce
leaving only a glance
of Silver Water
for Me to stretch My Eye to —
but I saw It this morning
from the bathroom window upstairs
where I COULD see more water
and saw It blip to the surface
before I went back
to sleep
Sobey’s Parking Lot 3:55pm
Through roadside fields of Lupine
I drove My Manuscript
home
after saying Good-bye
to My New Psychiatrist
I will see no longer —
“How will You remain stable?”
She asked,
“EYE will be looking after
M(EYE) Self”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 