Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: time

THE CLOCKS IN MY HOUSE*

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:34am

The Basement Exercise Clock runs fast

but It’s not digital

so I pay It hardly any mind —

The Clock On My Oven

runs slow

but I check It anyway

any time

when It might say My Magic

Numbers

like The Satellite Receiver Clock

beneath the TV

or The Computer Clocks

or Phone Clocks

Clock, Clock, Clock

so I move

through

My Motion

watching The Monitor

on My Rowing Machine

as I automatically wind

My Open-heart Bulova

on My Right Wrist

* My Husband has His Father’s Mantel Clock

in His Library but He never winds It.

TIME’S GRACE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:24pm

I Grace Time

with a glance at My Watch

Cell Phone

Computer

Dashboard (Car)

Microwave

Slow Cooker

and if I see

10:22

2:22

9:11

I Am Graced

SPELLBOUND

The Hawk Living Room 2:11pm

He’s Got Me Spell-

Bound

By Every Clock

In The House

The Car

My Watch

What Exactly Are We

Waiting For

Or Am I Already In It?

MRS BLAIR AT HOME

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:22pm

Mrs Blair sits in Her Hawk Living Room

furnished sedately but for

a staircase painted red —

She ponders the significance

of Humanity

and wonders if the music on Coffee House

is telling Her things

She should pay attention to

seltzer sits fizzing in Her LIFE Glass

on the glass coffee table

and She’s about to eat

some leftover pasta salad

before contemplating

Her next

3 seconds

THE HAWK STAIRCASE

I just swept up A Galaxy

off My Red Staircase

— maybe It was A Universe —

dusted into The Kitchen Trash

until My Next 15 Billion Years

HAWK DECK NOTES

The Hawk Deck NOON

Yesterday The Ocean spoke to Me

& told Me to get up & write

Today it’s The Fog telling Me

to be quiet

1:00

I heard & saw one flock of Geese

flying south along the shore

& when I asked Hunter if

They could be going south already

He said, “Oh yes They are.”

1:10

I don’t care about

“Going Down In History”

I only care about

being a Living Legend

for The Time I’m In

1:52

There’s a Spider Web on The Edge

of This Book.

I have to get It off.

I will have to dismantle The Strand

& try to afix It to the little wrought iron table

next to Me.

Little Miss Muffet

sat on a tuffet

eating Her Curds & Whey

along came a Spider

& sat down beside Her

& frightened Miss Muffet away

Well, I got My Book back