SNOW TIME
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
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”
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN
We breathe in
We breathe out
Not always
Regardless
Thanks for this.
No, no. Thank *you*, Joanna. (My stand in muse, 😉
My Husband said, “Not everybody gets to be a stand-in Muse.”
I am sure you felt duly honoured and humbled. 🙂