joannagilmanhyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: August, 2012

MORNING BATH

The Hawk Deck 7:52am

The Sun is in The Ocean

blazing off The Horizon

I hear no waves

only the repetition

of a nearby Crow

CAW CAW

He is preening Himself

in between

CAW CAW

DANCE OF ETERNITY

I see My Self

in a Room of White

twirling rapidly in a diaphanous gown

such as I drew in My Childhood

My Arms are grasping

across my Chest

to make Me spin faster

& My Hair is long again

flailing out around Me

like a halo

I am dancing The Dance

of Eternity

for The World

to see

I am an audience

of One

 

LANDING

The Hawk Deck 5:30

Fall Has Risen

as I sit on The Breezy Deck

in 16 degrees Celsius

having, rejoicing

in My Brain’s Capacity

To See The Future

& To See The Future

in physical terms

I am no longer waiting

I am @ The Time of Arrival

Landing

On My Solid Ground

of ambiguity

 

NOON IN THE REAL WORLD

I just woke from a Gravol-induced Dream:

Out on a brick terrace

I was being interviewed

by a Keith Haring Type

about My Life so far

& My Artistic Intentions

Suddenly I Stood Up

wearing a long white billowy robe

I declared —

“THIS IS WHAT I WANT TO DO”

I walked over to a vacant section

& The Keith Haring Guy said “I Know —

You Want To SAVE”

I turned to Him & explained “No —

that word has been overused —

I have a lot of problems with that word

which I wont go into now.  This

is what I want to do — ”

I raised My Arms up to the tree limbs

& sky above Me & I began to spin

I spun so fast, faster and faster

that I became a spinning top

as I chanted:  Organize Organize Organize

until I felt I was turning into a Gyroscope

The first definition of the verb to Organize

in My Mother’s 1971 Random House Dictionary:

1.  to form as or into a whole

consisting of interdependent or coordinated

parts, esp. for harmonious or united action.

MIDNIGHT IN THE REAL WORLD

We’re in a Maelstrom

of bad ideas

overworked secretaries

& lives We don’t call

Our Own

ON THE WAY TO YARMOUTH

My Birthday is The Same Day

as Stephen Harper’s

I’m 3 months older

than Obama

This Is No Coincidence

My Name Is

Joanna Gilman Hyde

I AM YOUR BLACK JESUS

I have on My Daughter’s Black Kicks

My Mother’s Silver Nugget Ring

My Heart is Red

My Skin is White

& I Am Female

Dual Citizen of  The West:

Half American — Half Canadian

I Will Run Forever

To Be Caught By One

Tiny Little Man

yet to emerge

as My Biggest Half

Loblaws Inc.

Country of Origin:  China

NG Item #:  176888

Description:  TGF2FW8468  Molded Beanboot

CTN. QTY Master:  12 PR

Carton #  915 (inked in) of 4884

UPC Code #  10057846044405

RESURGENCE

The End of Summer

is crystallizing into

The Newness of Fall

Thunder is in The Forecast

& My Red Deck Chair

is already wet

this morning

The Second Pot of Coffee is on

& I feel The Beginning

of September

The Sky Scape reaches out

over The Horizon

purple & gold

however strong

THE FOG SONG

The Hawk Deck 3:25

The Surf is rising —

I hear It beyond

the fog-wafted scrub spruce

to The North

It is calling Me:

The Waves surge through My Limbs

then subside

while I get My Breath

My Art is in My Pen

driven by My Surroundings:

today the breezy fog

accompanied by horns

low-pitched

meshes with a Chickadee’s chirp

as I relinquish all longing

& bask in My SELF

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

THE HAWK DECK WAVES 4:50

The Waves have died down now

cats are quarrelling

I am ready to Annunciate My Self

to become, to say

I am whatever You want

Me to be —

I can fill any role

but know that within My Role

& Yours

I am true

I am true to My Self

I am true to The World

& We will go farther

than far

together