If I had been housed
in a glass dome
on the beach
Yes, I would have thrown stones
at My Captor —
I am now released, almost
in My Own Home
as congested as it is
with art on the walls
floor to ceiling
lining Me with protection
that I may reclaim
My True Self
Painting “Butt Ugly”:
glitter stuck to Its Cow Flops
first seen today lit
I have put My Hair
in a braid
for The First Time
since My Son was born
over thirty years ago
I have served My Self
The First Slice
of My Very Own
ice cream cake
Think I’ll go have more
The Sunrise is to The North
This Morning
It rained last night
and the sky is breaking up
The Clouds are luminous salmon pink
and there is no deliniation
between The Ocean
and The Dawn
Eye Am The Universe
To My Tiniest Cell:
We are right inbetween
The Infinitely Small
& The Infinitely Large
& THAT is how
We can know
both
How Do You Get To Be Anything
Without Being A Wanna-be?
NOTE: Eye am already
everything I have ever
wanted to Be —
except a helicopter pilot —
not YET
Every Woman Knows
Prostitution is Marriage
With Every Bed Made
We Come From The Light
Of The Star Called Sun & Moon
Why? We Must Know Why
Cat silhouetted
against the dawn screened in flat
against the bird song
Truck headlights coming
down the neighbour’s drive @ 5:
one lobsterman off
Joanna Gilman Hyde 