ANATOMY OF A SHOWER
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:15pm
Sprung from a Cathedral Ceiling
in a House of 2000 Years
I sat below
rapid-fire spears of Silver Light
speechless
but for The Exclamation:
“Oh My God”
“OH MY GOD”
“OH MY GOD!!!”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 
I could extrapolate a multitude of “meanings” from this poem but the words suffice themselves. This is piquant in its brevity and ineffably poignant: the best kind of poetry. Brilliant work.
If I can take you at face-value, you leave me quaking in my slippers.
I don’t entertain pretense and I never give felicitations unmerited. The title itself is ingenious and what follows is a magic I can’t plumb. No quaking, applaud yourself.
Then you have my sincere gratitude.