VENUSIAN

by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:22pm

I stepped out of My Cheap Grey Capris

onto The Shores Of The New World —

in My Wake are carried The Multitudes

in My Reach The Hands Of Men

I’ve known, and will know

as I live My Life-long Pursuit

across That Breadth Of Existence

to which I have been birthed