LATE WINTER
The Hawk Kitchen 6:13pm
The Twigs Of The Scraggly Apple
Feel Their Way Up Toward The Eastern Blush
Of Sunset To My Back
The Top Branch Reaches A Cloud
— Fully Grey —
And Delineates My Future Comfort
In All Its Windy
Shivers
Joanna Gilman Hyde
"Good Morning, World!"
Month: February, 2014
February 28, 2014
DISROBED
The Hawk Corner Room 10:22am
I Stood Naked
— as My Shower heated —
before The Corner Room Window
to lay My Eyes
upon The Sea
glistening Silver
in lateral streaks
to Cleanse Me
of My Jaded Spirit
February 24, 2014
FROM MY NAP
The Hawk Queen Bed 2:22pm
This Is Nova Scotia
Land O’ M’ Dreams
Where Anything Can Happen
Sea Salt Air Calls Me
Through The Crack In My Window
I Rise To Its Undulating Voice
Determined To Listen
February 24, 2014
BACKDROP
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22am
This Morning I Was Accompanied
By Luminous Silver From The Ocean
While I Made Our Second Cups Of Coffee
& Unloaded The Dishwasher
February 23, 2014
ENCAPSULATED EROTOMANIC DELUSION
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:45pm
I see You at the doors
to Sobey’s with Your Wife
I’m with My Husband —
I dodge across The Parking Lot
to The Cart Corral
with Its Yellow Sign:
In The Event Of An Emergency
Gather Here
I sit cross-legged on the pavement
below The Sign —
Do You Come Over To Me?
Does My Husband —
Or Does He Converse With Your Wife?
When & With Whom
Do I Lift My Arms
Up & Out To The Sides
As I Did In Your Presence On October 22, 1993
To Voice, Not For The First Time
I Am In A Spiritual Emergency?
February 22, 2014
COMPLEXION
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:00pm
I Am Black Jesus
I Am Red, Yellow, Brown, White
Purple Is The Colour
Of My Massive Heart
My Hair Is A Rainbow
I Wear No Clothes
But Unlike The Emperor
I Know That I Am
Naked
February 20, 2014
THE GREATEST DATE
My Host picked Me up in The Late Afternoon
March 31st 1993
I wasn’t ready still in My Bathrobe
My Host patted Me “Don’t worry You can take It off
when We get there — They’ll be Delighted”
We arrived early
at Windows On The World
at the coat check where men without jackets
borrow jackets I disrobed
walked in on The Arm of My Host
to be seated at A Table for Three
My Host coaxed “What would You like to drink?”
“I Think Old-fashioned” It came
It came again and We switched
to Champagne
The Menus appeared
I couldn’t make up My Mind
My Host had to indicate The Appetizer:
Oysters On The Half Shell and Someone
dropped in A Pearl for Me to find
for Me to contemplate
I turned The Pearl in My Mind
questioning Its Meaning while
My Host laughed
“That’s Nothing!”
On Came The…
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February 20, 2014
MY DESSERT
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:35pm
Tonight I bit into
The Meaning Of Life
It was Crispy Cookie
on The Outside
with Chocolate Chunks
& Chocolate Ice Cream
in The Middle —
I took several savoury bites
as I did when It was first served
to Me
in The Dark of March 31st, 1993 —
I crunched The Chocolate
& The Ice Cream melted
on My Tongue
I swallowed My Last Swallow
& then It was gone
Joanna Gilman Hyde 