Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

WHERE I HAVE THROWN THE WRECKAGE

The Hawk Deck 9:32pm

I just tossed a little dead bird

off from the bank

where the X-Miss Tree lies

— a capture of Cami —

Who is provided a bell

but which the little dead bird

couldn’t hear

in its sleep

MY SERENITY

The Hawk Portico 2:25pm

There was that time —

too long a time —

when I would not get dressed

would lie in bed

and wish the worst

upon My Self —

Now if I choose to wear

My Pyjamas all day

it is simply because

I am enjoying My Leisure

My Bird Song

and The Waves

THE WEDDING GIFTS

The Hawk Deck 11:38am

I have one surviving

heavy ceramic casserole & lid

hand-thrown

which I use all the time

given to Peter & Me

by a pair of artists

— My Mother’s Friends —

it would have been Our 29th

yesterday

& one small set of wind chimes

given to Hunter & Me

by a fisherman I grew up with

& His Kindly Sweet Wife

— The Chimes moved this morning

on this 1st Day of June

as I had My Hawk Kitchen Outpost Window

open

IN THE UNIVERSAL SUN

The Hawk Deck 9:35am

With My Right Hand over My Eyes

I stand at attention

as The Waves march in

as I held My Hand over

My Heart

as A Child in School

pledging My Allegiance

to The Flag

MORNING PONDER

The Hawk Deck 7:54am

What is it

in the crashing of waves

that makes Peace come to Mind?

It it the accompaniment

of morning birds

or is it sitting in My Chair

out in the morning air

of My Life’s Domain?