The Hawk West Desk Window 1:22pm
This Morning when I rose from Bed
H’s Black Tablet Stopped Me
Dead in My Tracks
Stopped My Anxiety-making
pre-rising thoughts
of H’s upcoming operation
Stopped Me as I held The Black Screen in My Right Hand:
9:11
in white
The Hawk Kitchen 1:22pm
When The Time XComes
We Will Meet
& Fall Together
On Our Sandy Hook
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:00pm
I Am Your Black Swan
flying off a nostalgic rooftop
into fields of civility —
My Feathers Ruffle
at The Strife of Humanity’s
changeover
from Man’s World — Man’s God
into
Woman’s
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:33pm
I operate under cover:
Divine Grace follows Me
in & out of stores, banks, traffic jams
I elect Confluence Of Stars
To Save My Every Move
from disaster
The Hawk West Desk Window 2:22pm
I have The Capacity
for Brilliance
for holding A Truth So Deep
Its revelation will not arise
at gunpoint
at loss of control
My Depth has Two Colours:
BLACK & PURPLE
My Radiance is Silver
shimmering information
for Our Human Place
known by ALL
The Hawk West Desk Window 7:22pm
I was just about to phone My Father
when I remembered He’s dead
to tell Him I signed off today
on My Mother’s Island House —
both My Parents are dead —
My Father by eleven months
My Mother by twenty years
I am NOT alone
Oh, and My Brother was killed
in the interim
BUT I AM NOT ALONE
I have My House By The Sea
furnished with new flooring picked out
a devoted and hard-working Husband
(I may not be able to make Him retire)
My Daughter with Her College picked out
and Her Boyfriend I would marry
(which is what My Mother did to Me)
I am NOT alone
I have E.S.P.
The Hawk Kitchen 5:55pm
You Were There
behind the mirrors
when I opened the medicine cabinet
to get some Gravol & one Tecta
for Hunter’s stomach
You know He has a hiatal hernia
which is interfering with His oesophagus
but You Were There
My Bathroom Black Jesus —
am I helping You?
am I helping Hunter?
The Hawk Kitchen 6:10pm
You stood with Your Back
leaning against My Kitchen Counter
arms folded in black
My Kitchen Black Jesus
You hovered behind Me at The Sink
I shoved You away from The Stove
while I put together
My Family’s Pork Casserole
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm
just as My Phone turned 10:22am
first line in My Head:
Glory To Our Dark Night
upon This Digital Cloud
for Sinners, Killers, They too
have Their Place
The Hawk Kitchen 9:00pm
I sat or paced
in that place of unfavourable recollection
where My First Husband
tried to feed Me a sandwich
telling Me I couldn’t come home
until “this idea” was out
of My Mind —
This I dead Idea
evolved from that hell hole
to My Freedom of Writing
fifteen or twenty years
away from confinement
& starvation
I am able to write
I LOVE
Joanna Gilman Hyde