Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

NOTICE TO MY READERS

I have been having a terrible time with the poem titled “MINE” — also temporarily titled “ENTRENCHMENT” — and I have made numerous changes throughout this afternoon while working on it.  I would appreciate any opinions on this version or earlier ones, if you have the time to consider it/them.  Maybe it’s not one of my better ones?

 

Thank you very much,

Joanna

LUNCH

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:37pm

God is sitting above

a sky-black plate

eating Her bagel sandwich

dropping an array of crumbs

on the outcropping

of The Cosmos

MINE

The Hawk West Desk Window 1:22pm

Mine is The Face

He fell in love with

monitoring My Pregnancy

with My Son in 1987

Mine is The Stomach

He patted at the end

of each appointment

Mine is The Voice

He adored in Its Stridency

October 22, 1993

when He allowed Me to tell Him

“There is A God”

Mine are The Arms He caressed

Mine is The Brain

He used to send His Telepathic Message

on Divine Love

Mine is The Body

He refuses now to doctor