Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

FEROCITY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:00pm

In December 1970 I wanted to possess

badly wanted

A Pair Of Love Birds

green & red —

sitting so close

in the local pet store

I had My nine-year-old heart set

on Them & cried to My Mother

that I had to have Them

to which She replied, “Joge, what if One Of Them

dies?”

Instead, on Christmas Morning I found

a beautiful Indian Ring Neck Parakeet

but He died That Day

at the bottom of His Golden Cage

& destroyed

My ability to see

The Singularity Of God

FEEDING THE CHILDREN

Tusket, NS 11:45am

When are We going to stop

hearing why Christmas should

or shouldn’t be —

or what it should or shouldn’t

be for?

Like an open van-load of toys

in a car dealer’s show room

to attract any child’s attention

with a sales woman’s pronouncement:

“It’s for the kids —

that’s what Christmas

should be for –“