Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: September, 2012

ANNIVERSARY

The Hawk Kitchen 9:05am

I’m cashing in on 9/11

checking My 1,630 Views

on Self Organizing Galaxy

@ 9:11am

This Cloudless Tall Tuesday

THIS EVENING

The Hawk Deck 6:50pm

I’d like to paint a picture

of The Skyscape before Me

without the interruption of a single bug:

The Clouds are blue & gold

moving to The South

majestic, cumulus

layered above My Ocean

highlighted by The Sun

setting to The West–

here comes one mosquito

THIS MORNING

The Hawk Kitchen 11:30am

This Morning I lay on My Back

in The New Dentist’s Chair

& looked up to see My Future

emblazoned on The Ceiling:

The Flashes

The Split Seconds

i-dent-i-fied Me

& I had on My Bulletproof Vest

not like The Twilight Star

in red brocade

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

AN INELEGANT VERSE

The Hawk Deck Steps 2:10pm

It’s in The Water

I drink

Which grows Algae

in The Toilets

but doesn’t make Me sick

It’s in The Water

in motion against

The Shore

Which I can’t live without —

without It I’d be sick —

It’s in The Water

from The Sky

without It We’d

All Die

MESSAGE

The Hawk Deck 12:18pm

They Spoke To Me

Last Night In Near Sleep

“We Can Help You”

& Signalled Me Through

My Mouth

The Hawk Hallway 12:32pm

Was It An Infusion Of Bugs

In My Body

Using One Remaining Sense —

My Sense Of Taste?

 

MY TOMATO-COLOURED COUCH

3:45pm

Southerly Surf resonates

in My Blood —

I’m composed of 50 Trillion Cells

or more —

How many of Them are My Blood

activated

by Each Surge of Sound

moving through Me

moving My Pen

as I sit with Knees up

on The Armless End

of My Tomato-coloured Couch?