Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

6:56pm

The Northerly Sound

has moved to North East

as I step out

on My Deck

I feel like writing

The Sky, laden with cloud

is dramatic

The Fog has gone

off shore

Oh — is that Rain?

6:04pm

Now I hear

The Northerly Waves

I have the bottom

of a glass of wine

twelve dollar very dry

I have supper under

the broiler

I have some writing

5:40pm

I am seeing The Trees

The Scrub Spruce

through The Memory

of The Shower of Lights

I am seeing My Reality

My Sanctuary

through The Emblazonment

of Divinity

through My Sense of Self

through My God

augmenting

The Birds, The Waves

The Fog

THE HAWK RED DECK CHAIR

3:42pm

Light fog has been heated up

by hurricanes Leslie and Michael

as I listen to My Southerly Surf

with an intermittent skill saw

I hope stops going

I’ve applied The 1st Coat

of Silver Nail Polish

to both sets of Fingers

here in My Red Deck Chair

on a Sunday Afternoon

2 days before The Exact Anniversary

now I’ll apply The 2nd