Eye watched The Moon
escape The Clouds —
the veil of its delicate
clip
to be released
above My Bowl of pink
and gold beneath
the accent of its reach —
only to disappear amidst
the haze of upper
streak
My sun emerging:
opposite of dead ember —
new flare of all life
My watery moon:
Halo of condensation
seeps through my dawning
Sound-susceptible:
know nothing about music
but know what Eye like
Eye lay on the beach sand
alone on My Aqua Towel
face down to hear the waves
with The Sun on My Back
and re-named My Painting
“Iridescence”
to
“Nova Scotia”
Gully The 3rd is trained
2 speak His Mind:
He says “breakfast”
for a piece
of cheese or bacon
& Eye can see
His Thinking
in His Eyes
What’s it worth
to fuck Dr Blair
on the beach —
I am too good for that
and He has another
girlfriend anyway —
so why would Eye want
to get My Crack
full of sand?
This is My Nova Scotia Now —
with purple sheets and blanket
luffing on the line
I sit out on My Deck to watch
the yellow of new bamboo
along My Hedge
to bet I can no more
put up with the giving of My Self
The Shower of Silver Lights
is My Ultimate Protection —
no one can touch Me
in the wrong place
because My Shimmering Spears
are lethal
and I finally know
how to wield Them
Joanna Gilman Hyde 