The Hawk Corner Room 10:38am
The Haze over The Sun
affords a pristine view
of the watery sparkles
splayed out across
My Precious Horizon
as I sit in The Lotus
Position & think
of My Friends & Lovers
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:30am
My Earth is a jewel
with Its opalescent sky
& silvery sea
I come to It naturally
as a babe in utero
to dwell in Its paradises
to live off Its swell
to savour all Its antiquities
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:20pm
When I see a quiet wave
break
from a dark blue swell
into a white ridge of foam
gliding along the rocky shore
I think of the arms
of Our Galaxy
cradling
All We Are
Our Lives
Our God
The Hawk Queen Bed 8:55pm
I have a window by My Bed
which lets The Whole World In
across the sonorous waves
of multitudinous peeps
the tourist cars arrive
to watch the deer
and the air of cool spring
seeps in
so soothing to a relative
from Florida
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:55pm
I feed upon The View
before Me
and after Me
I will be embedded
in The Face, The Blue Face
of The Earth
as I gaze over
Its expanse
My Horizon
chewed to The Core
The Hawk Corner Room 5:35pm
If I could I would
gather The Whole World
like A Lover
& hold It inside
of Me
Speck that It is
I would lay It on My Tongue
& moisten It
with My Lips
I would roll It
over My Gums
& send It toward My Throat
I would consume It
& have It course
through My Veins
like isolated blood
& never through
the finality of
digestion
NOTE: I just saw
a little red star glint
at Me as I filled
My Life Glass
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:40pm
My be-decked Hand
My be-dazzled Right Hand
with The Question Mark Ring
strokes the black sleek fur
of My Beloved Pet
& shines out to The World
as A Hand of Self-worth
capability far-reaching
& prized for Its clarity
not only in what It wears
but what It commands
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:28pm
I swept up a dust pan of spacial matter
from around the kitty litter box
— it contained the mass
of unnameable stars
and never-ending debris from their creation —
into the depths
of a black hole
containing the mass
of twenty-two billion suns
The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:05pm
I watched a society
of starlings
pecking in My Front Yard
while I realized
I am limiting My SELF
with this Second Coming of Christ
notion
and a white vehicle
drove past and scared
the birds away
The Halo Book
My Voice rang out
beyond the Drive-thru microphone
“One Large Decaf, Double Cream —
That’s It –“
&
My Signature lies crumpled
on a Wilson’s exchange slip*
dropped in a concrete encasement
for an air conditioning vent
*retrieved April 7, 2015 complete with bug
Joanna Gilman Hyde 