Joanna Gilman Hyde

Eye am comforted

by my dreams:

one of my blue-eyed daughter

baby toddler

asleep in my arms

as I sat

and one of my long-dead Dad

cradling me

in his big lap

Eye am alone

with my art —

shall it be Lurid Green

and Pristine Red

or the suptle metallic golds

and coppers

with Silver

emerging from the mass

of disposed can lids?

Eye stood on My Deck

to salute the first sun

of Our New Year

Eye am single now

alone with five cats

but there are some advantages

to this state

Hmmm let me think of one…