Eye lie in our yellow light,
honest
on a couch of neutral delight
warm
in the fall of my meandering
through single-dom & persuasion
failed —
my marriage is not
salvageable —
may Eye rest
now
My sun emerging:
opposite of dead ember —
new flare of all life
We Come From The Light
Of The Star Called Sun & Moon
Why? We Must Know Why
Eye can have My Church
here, hear upon The Beach
I can walk, wake with The Birds
in the social structure of solitude
in the company of Life
Eye can shine with The New Sun
I sat and sat
to catch The Rise
fulfilling My Daily View
Eye turned to let a cat
inside
and beheld
My Sun-struck Pew
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:28am
The Sun Is Following Me —
EYE used to see It rise
@ 5:00 o’clock in the morning
when I first escaped from Olanzapine
when I heard The Rooster @ 6:00
and The Cow Bird kept Me company —
now I have The Sun again
after three full nights in a row
of sleep —
I got up after 7:00
and there It was
out My Kitchen Window
lining the clouds on the horizon
with Its pearly gold
of enchantment
and after I looked @ My Watch
That Old Familiar Spark Appeared
and grew into My Friend
The Hawk Window Seat 5:30am
I woke from The Hawk Queen Bed
to see The Full Moon resting
over The Cape
and on the other side
of The Earth
the pink glow of promise
that soon I would see
My Beloved Sun
edge Its way to the surface
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:20am
I Love The Sun
filling My Kitchen
accompanying the coffee pot
bringing the bird song in
through the screened
outpost window
& filling My Life
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:45pm
I can watch The Sun go down
in The West
over prehistoric islands
then I can watch It rise
in The East
over My Favourite
Ocean
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:47am
The Sun is somewhere
behind the fog
Oh I see It!
White Orb
halo-ed by the mist
promising
a clearing
a day for laundry?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 