joannagilmanhyde

"Good Morning, World!"

STATIONED

The Hawk Portico 3:15pm

I am like a Big Italian Woman

leaning on bare elbows

out an open window

surveying Her Neighbourhood –

does She hear The Birds

as She nods to Her Neighbours

& watches Children on bicycles?

MORNING REPORT

The Hawk Outpost 10:26am

I Lift My Life Glass

To The Silver On The Water

& Watch As One Gull Flies By

Within The Breadth Of A Dappling

Of Cloud

A Fishing Boat On The Horizon

Shimmers In The Mix

Of My Sea

& Sky

&

I

Drink

TRANSPOSITION

The Hawk West Desk Window 7:52pm

I have watched The Sun

born out from under a ridge

of grey cloud –

a colour I want to call

purple –

into the clear light

between, now, the upper ridge

and a lower bank

where The Sun burns

Its way down, a molten sphere

into a bottom line of ocean islands

I want to call grey

“HEY WESTERN WORLD!!”

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:35pm

Did You Know China

is advertising on Chinese Television

for The People — yes, The Chinese

– All 1.3 Billion Of Them –

TO BUY GOLD?!

Why isn’t Our Half Of The World

advertising The Affordable Gold

I call SILVER??  I call

for SILVER  to Shine

on Our Big Black Screens

for less than $22.00 an ounce –

I am screaming for

This Monetary Agent

used in electronics, solar panels

in medicine as

an anti-bacterial agent –

I am screaming for

This Planet’s Adult-hood

East & West

to be refined into The Brilliance

OF THE ELEMENT OF SILVER

Showering Down On All Of Us

Bathing Us In Its Gleaming Purity

Of Knowledge Of Ourselves

As Human Beings

Subject To Tarnish

Object To Polish

and back

again

I Just Made A Bed

The Hawk West Desk Window 12:30pm

I just made a bed

for The Procreation Of Humanity:

I spread out a dark brown bottom fitted sheet

and picked off The Galaxies

stuck there –

I overlaid the top sheet — dark purple

tucked it under the queen-size mattress

& filled the matching pillow cases

with very old pillows

The Comforter went over last –

old too because of the occupancy

of cats

TO THE SOUTHWEST

The Hawk West Desk Window 4:56pm

The tidal outlet

of The Hawk Inlet

is wet with low tide

sheening silver

before the dunes

of The Cape

silhouetted against a silver ocean

seated — I or The Ocean?

through

My Window

Screen

THOMAS SZASZ*

The Hawk Basement 3:22pm

I was going to write

a poem

listing My Psychiatric Diagnoses

but I decided

to make Potato Salad

instead

 

*maverick psychiatrist/author (1920 — 2012) 

The Myth of Mental Illness

Schizophrenia:  The Sacred Symbol of Psychiatry

MY WARDROBE

The Hawk Portico 2:48pm

I have Poetry Clothes

Invalid Clothes

Black Jesus Clothes

& Something for The Silver Christ

borrowed from The Invalid Ensemble:

My Thick Grey Robe

worn as My

“at home” attire

seen by My Husband, My Daughter

(She picked It out)

several carpenters

& maybe neighbours

when I take out

the trash

SOMETHING GLIB

The Hawk Dining Room 2:07pm

I ate a pork sandwich

made a cup of tea

put on My Poetry Clothes

– I’m on the last load

of laundry –

& like Magic

(it was the pork sandwich)

I am well

I’M NOT ON

The Hawk Deck 10:46am

I’m on The Knife Edge Of Happiness

I could whine & have My Doctor Husband

stay home from work

with Me

but We would only talk

circuitously

I would still hear the birds

only through My anxious

stomach

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