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Month: October, 2012

HALLOWEEN ASTRO

The Hawk Kitchen 6:30pm

I have My Big Black Cat Astro

Who could be targeted by Halloween pranksters

as warned by a cat-loving Secretary

Astro cannot be let out

until Cover of Darkness

and this at My Husband’s insistence

— He thinks Astro is safe —

if anything happened to My Astro

I would be inconsolably bereft

SELF ORGANIZING GALAXY

UPDATE

My Art Framer Al Delaney

former Mayor of Shelburne, Nova Scotia

called this morning

to tell Me He finished framing

My Letter from former Mayor Ed Koch

of New York City

& My Letter from former Governor Tom Kean

of New Jersey

written upon The Completion

of My Ten-thousand Square-foot Elliptical Spiral

on The Roof of The Former #5 World Trade Center

A DREAM FOR HALLOWEEN

You appeared in the doorway

of an old-fashioned water closet

temporarily housing Me

I lifted My Bandaged Right Hand

in front of You

— snapped It in place —

& You laughed

THE HAWK NEW BEDROOM 2:15pm

Our New Bedroom

made new by The Floor

and careful arrangement of old furniture

— I got Eliza to help with The Bed —

is finished in the aftermath

of Super Sandy’s Nor’ Eastern Spiralling Edge

— Our only casualty here

the frayed and torn edges

of neighbouring Canadian Flags —

— Rain Warning still in the forecast —

but we will sleep

in refinement

amidst the unleashing roar of Our Ocean

FRANKENSTORM WATCH

The Hawk Living Room 6:00pm

I’m savouring the last vestiges

of Sun

with the end of My Beer

before Our Nor’ Easter

combines with Hurricane Sandy

to form the already famous “Frankenstorm”

of 2012 —

could The Election be postponed?

LOOK OUT

The Hawk Dining Room 10:50am

How Many Times Have I Written

about The Silver Streaks of Light

out on The Ocean

or on top of My Head?

How Many Times Have I Written

of The Chances for Grace

grasped by My Eyes

filtered through My Hands?

How Many Times Have I Written

of being bathed in The Shower

filtering through My Wash Cloth

as I am preparing for now —

The Literal Shower

of The Day?

THE HAWK PORTICO 4:45pm

How pleasant that was

having Eliza bring out Her Laundry Basket

to fold Her Clothes beside Me

as We both sat on The Stoop

listless in The Afternoon Light

— no wind —

mild enough for bare feet or socks

while We imagined what kind

of House Wife She would be:

“Better than You,” She said

I said, “So rich You would have a maid”

“So rich I could micro-lend

to poor women in Saudi Arabia”

IT’S NICE NOT TO WRITE

The Hawk Portico 4:11pm

It’s nice not to write

about a female black-clad Alien

introducing Our Local Child Psychiatrist

for His Talk @ The Community College

in Yarmouth yesterday

It’s nice not to write

about Me in black

sitting on My Front Stoop

in the late afternoon sun

drinking Red Rose Tea

or am I an Alien too?

I am An Infiltrator

–oh– I have to look that word up

THE HAWK WEST DESK WINDOW 1:11pm

My Big Black Super Cat Astro

is sprung from My Right Shoulder

like The Head of The Beautiful Dark Haired Woman

Who told Me nineteen years ago Today

in The Most Melodious Voice

I had ever heard:

“You Know The Meaning Of Life

& So You Are A Star —

so go to sleep”

10:22pm/10:22

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22pm

I was That Ballet Dancer

twirling madly in any psychiatrist’s fantasy

exposing My 101 Split-second Facial Expressions

aimed at an imaginary upper corner Camera —

or was It Imaginary?

in a room of no furnishings

except for one rubber mattress

repeatedly blanketed over

by Me

to grow a garden

of hair & spit

before My Assemblage

got

WRECKED-ified