Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: July, 2016


The Hawk West Desk Window 7:28pm

It filled My Mother’s Sun Deck

during a student year

I used a lot of black

with three blotches of red

positioned unintentionally like cherries

on a banana split

I left It out overnight

when the wind got up

and stuck the paint with leaves

and shaped the canvas

into a highlighted streak

of accidental luminosity


Eliza’s Bath NOON

I can step out

from My Shower now

into My Old Grey Towel

into The Hawk Beach Waves

through the bathroom window

and not see

The Halo

I used to think was magic

I used to think all It encompassed

was Super Duper Important

and now I see how

important is My Survival


The Hawk Beach 7:00pm

Beside My Lovely Guzzle

The Transparency of Flaming June

is complete —

finished in a two-day almost frenzy

& I am almost exhausted —

here for My Fortification

with The Waves @ My Sneakers

I have somewhere to go

while My Husband rows

His Dory

and We take a break

from discussions of

The Medical Cartel


The Hawk Deck 3:57pm

Once, on a Canadian Grey Hound

a man called schizophrenic

under a voice’s command

beheaded a fellow passenger —

was He on anti-psychotic drugs

only to be locked away forever

in a place for the criminally insane

and drugged and drugged

until He dies?


The Hawk Beach 8:11pm

There were three loose dogs

on The Hawk Beach tonight

so I turned South West

toward The Drowned Forest —

The Tide was out revealing

an extended array of ancient stumps

haggled in rock weed

twisted roots of prehistoric origin

continuing their grope through a sandy bog bed —

I came past the mysterious line

of purposely positioned stalks

to where an outcropping

of larger mangled trunks mingled

with the off-shore boulders

and I sat upon a square white rock

to write as The Sun went down



The Hawk Deck 10:10am

I have said Good-bye

to My Darling Cow Bird

Whose love affair with My Car Mirror

is gone

He bowed off with another

female two weeks ago —

I have said Hello

to My Husband

and will be hanging The Bedding

in Our Hot Sun

I will be playing

The Cow Bird’s Song

on an internet recording

for The Arrival

of My Children

one week



The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:57pm

I saw a yellow-tipped moth today

out on the deck

next to one of My Red Deck Chairs

He looked like an autumn leaf.

Later I saw the same shaped moth

on a chair of black —

the yellow was gone.

Could He have changed?


The Hawk Beach 2:45pm

I have walked The High Tide Line

to The Restoration of My Reason

and so have reached The Guzzle

a rivulet of blue and aqua

flowing into The Atlantic Waves —

I have satisfied God’s demands

to feel the need

of living and so

I sit with a flock of gulls

adjacent to The Supreme Essence

of Peace I have become


The Hawk Beach NOON

I threw away a fantasy rock

into the depths of the bamboo hedge

never to be found

despite rubber gloves

rubber boots

and heavy brown pants

I may never wear again


I walked to The Hawk Beach

and setting foot

on the ledge of piled stones

I found three great ones —

a double-lined, a single-lined

and an oblong grey

side-swiped with white

to put at My Front Step


The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 12:06pm

At 13 I flew

in a helicopter

off the Mc Nutt Island Light Station

to Baccaro, Nova Scotia

and decided to become

a helicopter pilot

doing art on the side

At 15 for My Birthday

My Mother provided

My First and Only Lesson

and took a photograph

a double exposure

of Me with My Braid

belting My Self in

At 16 I drove My Mother’s VW Square Back

to Spring Valley, New York

to go for a ride

and had the pilot buzz

Nyack High School —

when We got back to the pad

I tried to leave

without paying

At 18 I couldn’t get in

to The Coast Guard Academy in Connecticut

because of poor eyesight

and went to Wells College instead

taking all the art

I could take

to transfer into

The Cooper Union for The Advancement of Science and Art