Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"


The Hawk Portico 7:40pm

Down by The Guzzle tonight

I saw a young gull

with His breathy Beep – Beep —

He was with a parent gull


Who flew a few yards off

perhaps because of My proximity —

and Young Gull flew too

and circled overhead, beeping

to land

straight down

beside His Bond


Barrington Passage 1:16pm

I’ve walked across

My First Fall Leaves

upside down, the leaves

not Me

Oh — not Me — I have

all the tools at My Reach

for The Greatest, Grandest

entry of All —

I have The Seasons

set before Me:

beginning with Autumn

when I laid out My Canvas

on Michael Jackson’s birthday

when I signed My Name on October 10th

when I moved to Nova Scotia

and had My 2.4 Children —

Oh I was happy

until My Mother Died

but then, even then

I had the shock of newness

in The Shower Of Lights

to ponder, to confound everyone

around Me

to culminate in October

the month of My Baby Girl

to release My Self

inside the reassuring caress

of The Littlest Man

to Whom I have linked My Self

in My Mind

for every last season of Fall




The Hawk Deck 9:55am

I have a view

from The Corner of My Deck

where the open steps go down

to the grass

beyond which is the hedge

of bamboo, the scrub spruce

& one silhouetted roof-line

meeting the horizon

of silver glitter

which is Mine



The Hawk Deck Rail 8:55am

The Ocean is so calm

I see only one silver streak

along the horizon

and the occasional

silver glint


closer in