Joanna Gilman Hyde

If Eye were in an alien

Space ship

I would direct the commander —

Or would I be the commander?

To put the lights on

“Flare”

To settle in for the night

On the high inshore

Seas of

Shag Harbour, Nova Scotia

Where only Time —

That Human Construct —

Would convey My Story

To The Living Souls

Of an injected —

But not rejected —

Community of

On-lookers