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