Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Happy New Year

Today eye lost

A breakfast twenty

Somewhere between

Peak’s vacating sublet

And the convenience store

Somewhere amongst

The ramshackle outfitting

Of the mountainous contrivance

Of Northern Town Living

Moving Day

Eye wish I could say

“I slept like a log”

But managed to have

A magnificent dream:

In a public place here somewhere —

A marina for instance with shopping

(There is no place like that here)

I watched in awe

With babe in arms

(My first grandchild yet

To be conceived)

An avalanche into the sea

Complete with smoke

And flying debris

And one giant Balancing Rock

Which landed geologically

Briefly

Before tumbling

Away from me