Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

RESET

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:55pm

We live in The Era Coming

where there is no such thing as “Mental Illness”

no need for Psychiatrists

They can go home

no need for catalogues, labels, DSM volumes

or medication (except for sleep)

We Are Human All

behaving as Humans

within Our vast array of possibility

Our Observations

are based on fundamental perception

and based on Our interpretation of perception

within Its vast array of possibility

GOOD NIGHT

 

 

ORION

The Hawk Kitchen 7:45pm

Tonight when I went out in The Dark

to scrape a dinner plate for The Crows

I heard the distinct honking of geese

somewhere below the constellation of Orion

— the only constellation I recognize

beside The Big Dipper —

Oh, I didn’t tell You —

a few days ago — no, December 22nd —

I met one of the nurses from The Psych Unit

in the bakery section of MY Sobey’s

— it was One Who doled out bedtime pills —

She could barely say hello

SOMEHOW I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT ANYTHING SHOULD HAPPEN

The Hawk Kitchen 6:10pm

You stood with Your Back

leaning against My Kitchen Counter

arms folded in black

My Kitchen Black Jesus

You hovered behind Me at The Sink

I shoved You away from The Stove

while I put together

My Family’s Pork Casserole