Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

SNOW TIME

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:07pm

Black Jesus sits in The Snow-Sun

with Her Serengetis on

— a new stylus in Her Silver/Onyx Pen —

She’s on Her Tomato-coloured Couch

a cushioned platform

from Which to make Public Declarations —

Coffee House plays

What will She utter Today?

What will The Grown-up Version

of The Little Child point out

for The People’s Participation —

a crack at understanding

Our Innate Sensibilities?

Our Lived-in Sensitivities?

“What are You waiting for —

We are Alive and Our Humanity

is Our Most Precious Gift

Given To Our Selves

BY OUR SELVES”

SPELLBOUND

The Hawk Living Room 2:11pm

He’s Got Me Spell-

Bound

By Every Clock

In The House

The Car

My Watch

What Exactly Are We

Waiting For

Or Am I Already In It?

NOON-TIME VISION

The Hawk Window Seat 12:06pm

The North End of The Cape

is a study in contrasts —

Its Dunes snow-covered, It lies out straight

against The Gradated Blue

of The Hawk Inlet

at full tide

ALL MY MIGHT

The Hawk Window Seat 11:08am

I have just done an Heroic Deed:

I pushed Dr Blair’s

Old Black Lincoln

out of a snow bank

and on Its Way to work

leaving Me behind

in snow-covered pyjamas