Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"


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