The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:04pm
Imagine My Black Frying Pan
hailing globules of bacon grease
coagulating into Silver Orbs
slowly swirling for aeons
–
Imagine Me Washing My Hands
under the tap, soapy water
disrupts that Universe
chancing for a new
set of bubbles
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:53pm
I have The Music of Poetry
to guide Me
I have Black Jesus at My Side
I live by The Ocean
My Name is Joanna Gilman Hyde
I come out to greet You
Big Wide World
with My Art
My Concept of God as Humanity
Humanity as God
I Pray: Take Me In
I Pray: Embrace The Sky
The Hawk Portico 1:57pm
Birdsong is The Sound of Life
with Ocean as a backdrop
I sit in Sanctuary
The End To Strife
and wait Here
for The World to Stop
The Hawk Deck NOON
The Vista Of My Mind
is an endless one —
There Is No Horizon
I am emanating
The Juice Of Life
I have come This Far
to regulate
to undulate
to populate
and I will stay Here
until The Chickadee
calls Me
Home
The Hawk Deck 11:27am
The Morning is Alive
with Birdsong
I can’t identify
except for The Chickadees
& Jays
I Am Here Today
Today
Today
The Hawk En Suite Bath 9:30pm
every night @ 9:30pm
I take the following assortment
of medication:
Apo-lithium Carbonate 2 x 300mg
Novo-olanzapine 10mg
Synthroid 50mcg
Novo-lorazepam 1mg
Mylan-sertraline 25mg
SO I CAN SLEEP
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:32pm
My First Incarnation
was as a sperm, strong
pointed
My Second was as a zygote
settled, growing
My Third was embryonic
at sea, close
My Fourth was as The Newborn Infant
face lifted to Mother
My Fifth was as The Astute Girl
Who wowed adults
and wanted to be a ballet dancer
My Sixth was as The Teenager
Who wanted to be a helicopter pilot
and do art on the side
Then I grew, focused, into A Young Woman
Who wanted to live in Nova Scotia
and married a man who would take Her there
to be near Her Mother
Her Mother Who Died
and left The Incarnation
of The Spirit
from Which The Flesh had
sprung
The Hawk Kitchen 9:05am
Have I written enough
of The Silver On The Ocean?
No — It is what I awaken
to on each clear day
It gives Me Solace
and Energy
for The Special Time
We’re in —
The Time of The Awakening
of The World
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:45pm
Once there was A Little Girl
Whose Mother died before
She was born — She was not scared —
She saw a Shower of Silver Blades
of Light
Four Days Later
It bestowed upon Her The Conviction
of The Existence of God
Twenty One Years Later
The Little Girl made A Gallery
of paintings of Her Mother
along with paintings The Little Girl
had painted Her Self —
She spent Many Hours hanging Her Gallery
down in The Basement
until One Night She & Her Daughter
— Her Daughter was Nineteen —
watched as a photograph of Her Mother’s Island
fell from Its hook
just when The Daughter was asking
“Was that when Your Mother Died?”
No more pictures were hung
except that one —
in a different place —
and The Daughter & The Little Girl
became the best of friends
and grew up together
The End
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:18pm
In My First Year
She took Me to Africa to meet Dr Schweitzer
for Him to hold Me
forever in a black and white photograph
hanging here in My Dining Room —
how could He have known
I would have The Shower Of Silver
Blades Of Light
which would turn Me
into What I am
Today:
A Woman Who Wishes
Only The Best
For This New World?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 