The Hawk Kitchen 6:28pm
A Single Silver Star
just cascaded
across My Left-field
Vision
as I considered
an array of crumbs
gathered up into My Hands
& swept with both
down the sink
hole
The Hawk Corner Room 12:56pm
Dressed in My Black Negligee
I carry the weight
of My Question Mark Ring
in The Mirror a bird
Black Wings outstretched
looks at Me
to see if I Am
Alive
The Hawk Kitchen 7:45am
All I Have Left
of A Title & A Line
from The Middle of The Night
is: Consume The West
The Hawk Library 12:16pm
I have My Shower
— Show Her —
of Flashing Silver
formalized
in the reflection off
My Husband’s book cases
engulfing
The Machine
upon Which I row
My Millions
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:00pm
One Day My Writing —
My Scrawling Penmanship —
Will Be So Valuable
The General Public Will Scrounge
In Sobey’s Garbage Cans
For My Discarded Shopping Lists
The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:50pm
What can be
That Golden Star
blinking in My Visual Field
at a thought of contrivance?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:36pm
I am a Woman
Who consumes vast quantities
of air, fire, water
I am in The Depths
of fulfilled wanting
I swim in a vacuum
of love
for I am in The Combined
Companionship
with a creature
just like Me
The Hawk Outpost 2:08pm
a giant thump took Me
from My Reverie
as I gazed over The Ocean’s
Blue
deep cobalt blue
& thought of a house
on an island
2 or 3 harbours over
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:40pm
I’ll have no truck
with nurses in purple pinafores
& black pants —
just let Me have
My Cats
My House
My Dreams
of a little brown elf
I will pluck
from these unsalted
waters
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:53pm
Golden Light Fell
Across The Speckled Flank
Of Our Fancy Tabby
Who Died Today
While Holding My Hand
And Calling To Me
Through Unblinking Eyes
Of Black And Gold
Joanna Gilman Hyde