DRESSED FOR THE WORLD

by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk En-suite Bath  7:30pm

In My Floor-length

Mirror

I strike an imposing figure

sealed in grey

layers

Silver Chains

I am the correct weight

for a Woman My Height

which is tall

as My Lacquered Hands

will reach

With These Hands

gilded in Gold

I reach for The Sun

never to forget The Moon

I observe The Stars

— The People —

living & dying

forever on

Our Earth