A Morning Poem
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
Instead of waking
to my former husband’s kissable head
I looked to a sky of gold and pink
and to the spruce of our first snow
this winter, and I reached
for my phone
to review the end
of Self Organizing Galaxy —
my painting of blue and purple
yellow and red
I watched my face
of 23 years
then got out of bed
to wash it now
and brush my hair —
my cat wants to be fed
I watched the last 5+ minutes also. I hadn’t noticed before, but are those the Towers at the inner part of the spiral? Also, the harpist appeared to be a very intense lady. If you could, would you go back?
Yes the mini towers were the bathroom vents. No eye would not go back. Eye feel i belong in Nova Scotia. Would love to visit NYC again and meet YOU!
What do you mean when you say “the bathroom vents”? Regarding meeting, you would be disappointed, I am certain 🙂
The bathroom vents are the pipes coming out of the roof eye believe. How can you be certain eye would be disappointed by meeting such a faithful fan?
You are a celebrity, and I…merely mortal.
Eye am just a wanna be celeb.
In that case, I will be disappointed. Haha.
What was your next project after the WTC?
Satellite Art for Extraterrestrials (video on YouTube)
Yes – I had watched that a few years back. Did you ever actually execute the project?
It remains as a conceptual display on maps at the Shag Harbour UFO museum and at Salty Shores Cafe in Barrington Passage.