by Joanna Gilman Hyde

Wind whistles through the cracks

at My Side Door

telling Me relentlessly

to stop living My Life

in This Mumbo Jumbo Fashion

of signifying moments

according to the alignment

of 22

like why should I keep

a New Year’s Resolution

to row 22 Minutes on My C2

when I wake up with a dream

of The Silver-Black Crow

dressed in a plaid shirt

& Me in a grey coat

hugging each other?