Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

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.