Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: June, 2016

SKY VS WATER

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:39am

The Sea is tarnished Silver

with an illuminated break above

We have done our best

to support a friend

who hears voices

and is trying out

a new regime

AFTER TWELVE HOURS OF SLEEP

The Hawk Deck 9:00am

The Silver off The Water

crashes into My Eyes

loosely glinting on Its Southern Edge

I hear The Morning Birds

out on My Deck

with the screen open behind Me

hearing the water kettle on

for Our Second Cup

MY SOLID HORIZON

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:45am

Even when The Sea is dark

shrouded by heavy cloud

threatening to rain

on My Bedding hanging out to dry

The Sea is beautiful —

a slate grey swath

of magnificance

MORNING SHIFT

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:43am

The Sun is hitting The Sea again

burnishing It with Silver

The Clouds have moved across

and above

as the northward horizon

calls to Me

to look

NORTH SCAPE

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:11am

The Sky has shifted

to The North

I look straight out

My Sliding Glass Door

out past The Scraggly Apple

beyond The Scrub Spruce

to see illuminated clouds

streaked across

A New Horizon

CALL TO ORDER

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:33am

My Life is in Order:

the grass is being cut

after three weeks —

a super load of laundry is on

and I feel like

cooking something

decent tonight

for My Hard-working Husband

who had to take pain-killers last night

— He’s still stoned —

and is going into the office

@ Noon

EARLY MORNING DREAM

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:45am

I dreamt of a cheerful baby

named Turrettes

who jumped on a bed

and fell off backwards

on Her Head but

She was alright —

only spewed out a streak

of vomit

across surrounding walls

which I cheerfully

cleaned up

much to the thanks

of Her Mother

NORTHERN SUN

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:09am

The Sun rises North now

over The Scrub Spruce

leaving only a glance

of Silver Water

for Me to stretch My Eye to —

but I saw It this morning

from the bathroom window upstairs

where I COULD see more water

and saw It blip to the surface

before I went back

to sleep

EYE DID IT!!

Sobey’s Parking Lot 3:55pm

Through roadside fields of Lupine

I drove My Manuscript

home

after saying Good-bye

to My New Psychiatrist

I will see no longer —

“How will You remain stable?”

She asked,

“EYE will be looking after

M(EYE) Self”

ON THE COUCH

The Tomato-coloured Couch 12:40 pm

I wrap up My Vulnerability

inside My Thick Grey Robe

holding My Fruitless Heart

close to My Chest

for warmth and reassurance

with My Journal open on My Lap

for the inspiration

of twenty-three years

written into the call

of a lifetime