The Hawk Portico 3:15pm
I can hear The Waves
in one direction
& watch Them in another
The Fog Clouds dissipate
underneath a patterned sky
& I am momentarily in The sun
The Hawk Queen Bed 12:10am
I can hear The Open Air
breathing through Our Bathroom Window
— Its off The Bedroom —
I can go to sleep
dreaming of The Waves
& My established friendship
with The Night
The Hawk Deck 8:57am
I can stand on My Deck
in the faint morning sun
to hear the waves more audibly
than usual —
I can hear the chickadees calling
briefly
I am so grateful
(but You know that already)
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
He sees Me as I see Myself
He knows Me as I know My Self
He is My Mirror Image
I will follow Him forever
as He has followed Me
since The Dawn of Time
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:55pm
White Trucks are mechanical Angels of Mercy
I saw One driving out of the polling station today
after voting for My Liberal MLA
(Member of The Provincial Legislative Assembly)
Whom My Husband says is Pro-Life
The Hawk Portico 2:00pm
I have the luxury of gazing
out over the azure blue
of The Atlantic Ocean
of listening to The Gulls and Crows
for Whom I must be some small part
of Their World
as They are such a large part
of Mine
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm
On My Way To The Mail Box
I Passed A Roadside Spread Of Asters
Pale Lavender Star-shapes Against The Golden Grass
And Auburn Leaves Of Fern — There Was No Mail
But As You Can Guess
That Hardly Matters
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:33pm
I sit in That Golden Light
until It, or I,
goes behind A Bank Of Cloud
The Hawk Deck 11:22am
That same spot of Ocean
where I saw The Sun come up
this morning
is vacant now
beyond the scrub spruce —
I cling to It
as one might a heavenly body
in twilight
& perhaps even
say a wish
Joanna Gilman Hyde 