Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:22pm

What if I could wipe out

all religions

in one fell swoop

but leave God intact?

What is My Vision of God —

a little leprechaun

or a giant pink cloud

or, cutting through that hokiness  —

is My Vision

of The Guttural Voice

— not a vision at all —

but My Voice when I speak

standing within the confines

of My Black Box?