Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

April 23rd 2018

I grew up

on the edge of existence

in a place called

The Drowned Forrest

where I stood between

ancient mysteries of passion

and future enlightenment of life

without entanglements

to turn

to behold My House —

My Funny-looking House —

staring down at me

from above the beach

where I walked along the silver sea

An Artist Scorned

Remember when Eye created

The Food Mosaic

on your kitchen table

in Barrington?

You got mad at me

and I said, “You sound old –”

but you took a picture

you didn’t keep

& Eye strew your papers

along the trail

Condensation

Rivulets of Dawn

drip, run along My Canvas

of morning sky, song