Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

I MADE A BED

The Hawk Portico 5:15pm

I Made A Bed

Of Crystal Sheets

& Strew Them Head To Toe

I Laid Across Them A Quilt

Of Rings Of

Pink & Green To Show

I Still Had Christmas

Somewhere Deep

Tried To Let It Go

But My Lover Never Materialized

— He’s Of The Mind —

Still, At Best, My Shadow

SIGNATURE CALL

The Hawk Portico 3:00pm

The Signalling Call Of The Gull

Is To Alert Others

But That I Too Hear It

Must Mean, Momentarily,

That I Am In An Exchange

Of

Ear

And

Voice

ENCOUNTER WITH SELF

The Hawk Deck 12:30pm

I am out of the literal

& metaphoric bed

of My First 52 Years

I have been shedding My 145 pounds

& am down to a proper 136

with two cups of tea

& half a banana left by Eliza

I have suffered a 24-hour fatigue

& wondered if I was not eating enough —

So What Will Become of My

Shredded Manuscript?

(need I remind You, My Audience,

that 2 copies may, with the Luck of God,

still exist)

& if  They do not?

I must accept Their Loss

& shed Them as well