Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

The Stars Are Our Mirror

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

Each Of Us

Is The End Product

Of An Individual Star

We, Each Of Us

Should Be Born To Thrive

Born To Live

Born To Shine Our Light

From Each Of Our Big

Or Little

Hearts

AUTOMATED ANGELS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:30pm

There’s enough white

pick-up trucks

to go around

to everyone

like Me

Who doesn’t make a wish

but feels

security

in the white

mobility

of man-made

design

When It’s Raining

The Hawk Kitchen 6:08pm

There’s A Bay Window

At My Kitchen Door

Where I Can Stand Northward

To Be Surrounded

By Trees And Yard

And Sky, Clouds, Ocean To The East

To The West Our Muskrat Pond

And A New Testament

Baptist Church

On The Hill

Mirror Mirror

The Hawk Laundry Room 5:38pm

Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Who’s The Truest Of Them All?

Is It You —

Or Is It Me —

We’ve Come This Far

What Will It Be?

We’ve Come This Far

What Will We See?