Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

BASEMENT STAR

The Hawk Basement 7:13pm

The Silver Star I spray-painted

in The Hawk Basement

is now lit up in an Evening Ray

of Sunlight from a small West Window

— lit up in three panels

or vertical bars

meshing with the top three arms

of My Silver Star

in The Time

it’s taken to write this

The Bars, cylindrical in form

have moved over to the right

by about four inches

& I will sit here

on My Rowing Machine Sliding Seat

no matter how long it takes

for My Silver Star to become

vacant

& glowing on Its Own

The Magical Little Fellow

The Hawk Kitchen 4:54pm

The Littlest Man has shrunk

to the size of a peanut

— the bearded old man I saw

inside every peanut I opened

as a kid —

I’ve cracked His Nut

& peanuts aren’t nuts anyway

they’re legumes

The Littlest Man

Barrington Passage, Nova Scotia

I smelled a glimpse of You

below the spruce bows

on The Trail — the darkened part

damp with early spring

I smelled You there, briefly

& by Your mossy essence was told

“Don’t hold on — I am here

I am where You are

in Your Sensibilities

Your Tactility

Your Taste.”