Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

My Window

Eye have My Window Open

to breathe the air of night

in Eye let the gusts of wind

to scare away My Fright

I am alone, yes, I say

but to what end Eye see

that by My Self I will live

and be forever free

This Morning’s Dream

Eye have risen from The Vision

of standing on a big wide beach

around here somewhere

with no one there but Me

and as I stood at the edge of no waves

I felt that I was The Contaminant

and Eye called out, and out

to My Daughter Eliza