Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: February, 2015


The Hawk Kitchen 9:38am

I have My Kitchen Witch —

It’s a hand-carved, hand-painted Blue Jay

fat, sitting by My Sink Window

looking out

watching over Me

while I make

egg plant parmesan


The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:39pm

I’m seeing The Universe again

this time on the behind

of My Navy Blue Long Johns

static-y with cat hair

globules of fuzz, lint

& God knows what all


The Hawk Kitchen 2:10pm

I stood in The Portal

of My House

waving good-bye

to My Husband after

lunch —

I stood

as A Woman

not just of The House

but of The World


The Hawk Kitchen 8:18am

I have A Crystal Ball

stationed in My Kitchen

It tells My Fortune

while I steep the coffee

It trims The Lamp

I retrieved from Barrington

when The Sun

hits Its Prisms

It Lights My Morning

in The Dawning

of My Extended Life


The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:00pm

I have a crowded secret

in My Heart:

something I threw out

in My fire-burning

desire for ridding

The World of that

deemed garbage by Me

something as simple

as a moulded glass dish

with matching lid

— too small to be bothered with —

held momentarily

in My Frantic Hand

I let it go

into the 39th trash bag



The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:55pm

Today I built a mountain

of the discards of the rich

stacked on top

of the refuse

from The Department of Health and Wellness

piled in doorways

and corridor

of My Husband’s old office

and residence

The Heap grew literally

from floor to ceiling

and I achieved

My Freedom

from dead wives

and grown children

and in a laundry room attic

I said I would never clean out

I found, like a miracle

a brass lampshade knob

to secure

the naked bulb of a fancy floor lamp

with its preserved shade

properly fit


The Hawk Outpost 7:40am

The Sun looks cold

this morning

muffled behind a cloud

of fog

My Trash is bagged

to be dragged to the roadside

& I am about to have coffee

with My New



The Hawk Kitchen 2:55pm

I put My green-checked apron

on over My Glittering Chains

dangling from Eliza’s left-over sweater

while a big black cat circles My Ankles —

I’m ready to make lasagna

for various dinners this week —

the first week for My Husband

in His New Town

The First for Me

as The Doctor’s Wife


The Hawk Outpost 1:41pm

There’s a ridge of ice

on The Ocean

& Deer in the yard

hungry for Our Neighbours’


I’m done packing

Dr Blair’s

book collection

18 boxes in all

moved from Barrington

to The Hawk

in time for



The Hawk Dining Room 8:35am

The Silver is on The Water


as Timeless as Ever

greeting Me

on This New Day

of My Husband’s Ready Office

seven minutes


The Hawk


a five-minute walk


The Secretary of Twenty-seven Years