joannagilmanhyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: September, 2013

NIGHT VISION

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:40pm

When I close My Eyes at Night

I can see the generational sprays

of light

in My Field of Vision

Which is spherical

& ever-moving

SUNDAY ON THE HAWK

The Hawk Portico 4:22pm

On one of these rare days

in early Fall

so still

I’ve decided to stay

on The Hawk

instead of driving to Barrington

for a walk

on The Trail

while Hunter rows —

I cannot miss

this outdoor treat

of sitting in My Red Deck Chair

with My Front Door open

to The Sounds of My Daughter

readying in the kitchen

for tonight’s drive

back to

College

What Is The Meaning Of Life?

The Hawk Deck 11:22am

Take away The Question

what do You have

That Which Is

all around You

in front of Your Blazing Eyes

at the touch of Your Sticky Fingers

at the smell of Your Pristine Nose

at the lure of Your Thankful Ears

at the taste of Your Capable Tongue

The Meaning is in Your Voice

in Your Gesture

in Your Mind

SLEEPING STAR

The Hawk Deck 10:45am

How Ironic, My Private Gold

— I wrote Gold! —

told Me I am A Star

“so go to sleep”

— She told Me

to go To Sleep!

while here now I am waiting

watching

to see The World

awake!

MY SILENCE

The Hawk Portico 5:30pm

I have heard Silence

as if for the first time

but It was immediately washed over

by the sounds of birds, familiar

& waves, less so, but distinct —

in The Birds I hear My Childhood

— a signal to My Bearings now —

in The Waves I hear

cessation of endless thinking

The Call

to try & sleep

as delivered by My Own Private God

on My Right-hand Shoulder:

“You know The Meaning Of Life

& so You are A Star —

so go

to

Sleep”

THE TRICK

The Hawk Portico 4:41pm

I have been on The Left-hand Side

of Madness

when I thought I knew something

no one else could know

but in My Terror

I called My Muse

Who sat steady

on My Left-hand Shoulder

& spoke to Me

through My Heart

to assure Me

that not only He

but the entire World

already

knows

My

Secret

SUNSHINE ON DECK

The Hawk Deck 10:40am

I’m a wanna-be Spiritual Leader

I wanna teach Humanity

to love Itself

How corny is that?

Here on My Deck I love

in The Light Of Morning

I wanna cry out

“Love Your Selves!”

The heck with God —

We bumbling Humans

are where It’s At

Look what We can make

of Our Selves

Wanna Bet?

 

NAUGHTY & NOT AT ALL NICE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:30pm

When I was a student at Cooper Union

I tried to have an affair

with The President

He gave no response to My Stream of hand-delivered letters

but once gave Me a small kiss

as I stepped on His Foot

After I graduated

I gave Him a pair of hand-knitted socks

for His Cold Feet

By the time His Presidency was nearly over

I was on My way to Nova Scotia

to get properly married

I went to His Office

one last time

He said, “I still have Those Socks –”

I said, “Now You don’t need Them –”

“Why?”

“Because Now It’s Spring!”

SETTING THE TABLE

The Hawk Kitchen 7:13pm

There’s something so satisfying

about letting A Fly out

a sliding glass door —

It’s as if all Your Problems

go along with It

& You can stand back

& look at The Sky

in Its sunset-hued pink

& think There Is No Better

Way

CANCELLATION?

The Hawk Portico 3:10pm

That Little Man was not any part

of My Magnificent Shower Of Silver Lights

March 31st 1993

He came later

October 22nd 1993

Can I cancel Him out now

twenty years since

He caressed My Arms

in silence

upon My Conveyance

“There

Is

A

God”

?

Suddenly I drew in My Breath

but when I exhaled

was He Gone?