EAST & WEST
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Hawk Kitchen 8:08pm
What does The Sky look like
to Juvenile Joanna
sucking Her Right Thumb
but NOT twiddling Her Hair
(It was in braids)
This Sky out the East Kitchen Window
looks like oatmeal
–
From The West Desk Window
The Sky looks like striated years
representing decades
of living, & nearly dying
of having two babies
& losing the third
of having grown children
having no more mother, no father
a second loving husband
& a house from which
to watch The Clouds
One of my new favorites of yours 🙂 Joanna, you are stunning.
Thank you so much, Natalie — I wonder sometimes at the mystery of why some of my poems are more appealing than others — but I always appreciate the acknowledgement.