Eye carry the grief
of My Unborn Daughter
and how sweet
to know She still lives
inside the glass of water
Eye filled with Her Napkin
at the time of my tears
upon Her Appearance
to me in a church
in Middle La Have
on a night in December
when She came
with Her Name
Eye took off my favourite sandals
at two different walkways
today:
first beside the long blue ribbed plastic
carpet roll
of Stoney Island Beach —
the long and graceful expanse
of surf and people
on the east side of Cape Island —
the second was at the little boardwalk
to the more rugged Hawk Beach
right where Eye live
with The Guzzle at one end
and slightly irregular sand declevities
undulating along its familiar stretch
partially used as nesting ground
by the endangered Piping Plovers —
Eye walked these two white sand beaches
today
in my aloneness
and even went for an ice cream cone
inbetween
Eye still have Gully
fed on dry cat food
and infrequent pieces of bacon
He meanders around the cats
unafraid
on the deck
and flies off somewhere
with the regular gulls
at dusk
With a confusion of bracelets
upon My Left Wrist
and double watches on My Right
Eye gesture to My Mother’s Book
McNutt’s Island Journal
and put forth My Sales Pitch
to anyone who will listen
This evening is beautiful
mild & quiet
but Eye will not be walking
on the beach
as that would exemplify
my aloneness
which Eye am finding hard
to bear
Oh to be Gully
sitting, standing, on the deck rail
preening & stretching
He doesn’t care
that He is alone —
Oh, He just flew off
After hearing about Rogers’
shut down
on CBC Radio
Eye listened attentively to samples
of a women’s pro-choice protest in Washington D.C.
(My Mother almost marched there
against the Viet Nam War butt
got rear-ended at a toll booth instead)
and on CIFA Radio
Helen Reddy sang out
“BUT I AM STILL AN EMBRYO
with a long long way to go –“
Yesterday Eye saw My Self
in long sleeveless Navy
with Peak’s Haida Silver Eagle
flitting over My Cleavage —
Eye was meeting Eliza at the airport
and went into Tim Horton’s first
to order a large decaf with triple cream —
My Hair was out
My Figure full
and Eye felt
GOOD
With Mouli Bouli purring against me
Eye sit at the top of my red stairs
with black railing
and black motif drips
on each riser
to write of this morning’s accomplishment:
unloaded my Chevy Malibu of 50 pieces
of work, my art
Eye am very proud of
exhibited at Th’Yarc
for the month just passed —
packed each piece away
in my art room/ office
except for the very last:
My Biographical Sign
hung in The Corner Room
next to “Iridescence”
also titled “Nova Scotia”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 