joannagilmanhyde

"Good Morning, World!"

THE DAYS

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:48pm

The Days go pretty fast

around here

I find My Self turning

into bed again

after a weekend day

with Hunter

rowing, eating, writing

loving My Staid Existence

I find My Self

turning into

bed

after cracking the windows

for the last balmy air

of summer

THE MOSQUITO HAWK

The Hawk Kitchen 5:50pm

I looked & I looked

at the long-legged

insect My Mother called

The Mosquito Hawk

I looked & I looked

at His Tenuous Hold

on My Kitchen Cabinet

I looked at His Squiggly Feet

hooked on the tips

enabling His Grip

I looked & I looked

at His Star-patterned

Body, if You could call

It a body –

I looked & I looked

but nothing

could I see

that would tell Me A Reason

for Why

He

held

on

SKY THOUGHT

The Hawk Deck 11:20am

The Plumage of Clouds

rides high overhead

& I become lost

in The World

of Flying Gulls

Buzzing Flies

& The Deep Recess

of Blue

LISTEN

The Hawk Deck 9:47am

I am Up

from My Depression

– that was years ago –

to drink My Coffee

on My Deck

I am robed

in Liquid Silver

& The Ocean speaks

TODAY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:32pm

I walked across The Sky

Today

as It reflected along The Sand

at My Wet Feet

I pirouetted over Galaxies

of Shells, Kelp and Gull Droppings

until The Sea Foam

rushed around My Bare Ankles

and landed Me Ashore

I AM HERE

Barrington Passage 2:04pm

I Am Coming –

Oh My God –

I Am Coming Out –

I

Am

Your

God

I Am Here

not to tell You

what to do, or what

to Be –

I Am Here To Tell

You

We’re Fine

Just The Way

We Are

We Are Perfect

in Our Human Form

& We Are Divine

in Our Deaths

We Are The Divine

We Are All We Could Ever

Be

& We Are Loved

 

POWER OF THE PAGE

The Hawk Portico 12:15pm

There is Power in My Writing

It is not just Black

in Black’s simplicity

My Writing is All Colours

It is Alarm-bell Red for Stopping

It is Blue for Breathing

The Sky

It is Yellow for The Sun

It is Silver for Humanity

There is Power in Humanity

We are no longer

weaklings

groping Our Way

to death

We are Above death

for I have seen

The Light

of

Our Night

and I believe

We Are Eternal

SILVER CRY

The Hawk Outpost 9:22am

Harken Silver Sun!

Your Glare Is All

I Worship

Your Rise Each Day

Makes Me Live

Makes Me See

Beyond My Kitchen

Window Frame

Out To The World

I Love

The Orgasm Of The Second Coming

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:00pm

“Oh My God

Oh My God!

OH MY GOD!!!”

LIFE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:00pm

The Silver Lights

crashed down

all around Me

& I cried out

“Oh My God

Oh My God!

Oh My God!!”

I

Am

The

Second Coming

of

Christ

I

Am

unravelling

The Mystery

of

The Meaning Of Life

an idea

which

cannot

be expressed

yet

I saw

It

in the dark

of a little hospital room

in

Shelburne, Nova Scotia

on March 31st, 1993

It, The Meaning

opened out to Me

like a pod

of

chocolate

I

saw

The Reason For Schizophrenia

I

saw

that I Am

The Reason

The Light

The Life

&

I will coat

My World

in the luscious

residue

of My Vision

until

The World

Gets

It

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