Thirty years ago today
The Doctor came into M(eye) Room.
Eye asked Him What Had Happened To Me
and This is What He Said:
“You won’t find anything about This
in medical text books
but Some People
Who have had these kinds of Experiences
are called SEERS.”
M(eye) Shower of Silver Lights
can never be deminished
try as You might
to say It came from sleep deprivation
four days after M(eye) Mother died —
say It was an hallucination
(technically It was that — but so much MORE)
It came from M(eye) Brain —
but the trigger?
Eye never could have drempt It up
not like Eye foresaw M(eye) Daughter
before She was conceived —
Eye could never have imagined
The Pulsating Spears
The Inexorable Vision
crashing down around Me
from a cathedral ceiling —
What Pray Tell
was Its Source??
For a dozen years
Eye possessed My Imperial Cat
Big & Black
But Where Is He Now?
Oh Eye know where His Body Lies —
He was buried by My Daughter Eliza
on the top of a hill
by a river bank
in Port Clyde —
but WHERE IS HE?
On This Eve
of The 30th Anniversary
of My Mother’s Death
Eye reconcile loss
in the form of 2 Daughters:
Born of Death
Born of Light
Born of Miss-under-standing
One Blonde & One Dark
One thriving on Time & Money
One killed prematurely on The Morning
marked March 27th, 1997
One Who questions costume bling
on My Left Ring Finger
One Who is marked
by The Heart of Gold
on My Right —
One named Eliza —
One named Maria —
These 2 Daughters O’Mine
recount the hours, decades lost
from these 30 years
this half of My Life so far
on the way to the next third —
They grow with Me
Older
Eliza already fretting
about “aging”
Maria ageless —
Eye carry Them, heavy
but worth every ounce
Gully has A New Girlfriend
at least that’s what Eye think
She is
He sits with Her by The Scraggly Apple
& flies to The Deck Rail
to be offered a piece of deli ham
but repeatedly flies back down
to His slightly smaller compatriot
as if to say to Me:
Now feed Her too
Today Eye Got Up
@ 4:30 2 put the cats out
(Eye have successfully gotten rid
of their cat box)
Made My Decaf
and instead of dancing
went back to bed
2 have The Dream
of trying 2 get Eva out
of the nursing home
She was put in by Her Children
2 die and not 2 live —
Eye said 2 Her
“Don’t have a heart attack –“
as Eye hoisted Her up
and onto My Shoulder
M(Eye) MONSTER
@ The Foot of M(Eye) Bed
came alive This Morning
In All His Darkness
and glinting glass —
@ His Base Lies
Priscilla’s TV
smashed but glowing
with The Fateful Obscenity
scrawled & sprawled across It
Eye can dance
before This Hero O’ Mine
in cold pre-dawn
(if I feel like it)
and cast M(Eye) SHADOW
across THE SILVER SCREEN
pulled down
@ M(Eye) WINDOW
so nobody peeps
A Beam of Moonlight
is hitting My Bedroom Can Painting
and My X’s Cat Cami
is pawing at My Back
Oh –She jumped on the window sill
& blocked It —
There is The Artist
Who lives on Cape Sable Island
Who claims She spawned 9/11
with Her Galactic Canvas
of The Elliptical Spiral:
Her Emblem of NO BEGINNING
& NO END
stretched out on World Trade Center #5
in 1984 — 9 years before the first bombing
17 years before The Final Shut Down
She made Her Statement
in Western Dress
with Heaps of Hair
& Her Emphatic Smile
to inadvertently Shock
& Rock The Islamic World —
to Command The Attention of
The Rest of Our’s
This morning’s snowy light
hits One Can Painting
in My New Living Room
cleared out recently
of all loose art
so now Eye can gaze
at the shining remnant of CANADA DRY
afixed to My Copper-coloured Plaque
hanging across from Me
as Eye sit writing
from My Uncle’s Wing Chair
Joanna Gilman Hyde 