Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

A SMALL IRONY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:10pm

Having Been Awakened

To The Existence

Of God

By A Shower Of Silver Lights

On March 31st, 1993

That Same Year

In October

I Was Told By My Own

Private God

On My Right Shoulder:

“You Know The Meaning Of Life

And So You Are

A Star —

So Go To Sleep” 

HERON JOT

The Hawk Point Road 5:22pm

His Tall Elegance

Contemplates The Marsh

At The Side Of Hawk Point Road

Where I’m Pulled Over In My Car

To Watch Him Feed In The Evening Light

While I Get Out A Pen

To Write On A Paper Napkin

From My Purse

GOOD MORNING, SILVER

The Hawk Outpost 9:38am

Good Morning, Silver

Of My Heart

You Speak To Me

And Mould My Art

You Fill Me Up

With Your Glitter Fine

And Allow The Day

To Be All Mine