Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: June, 2026

After M(eye) Dream of Futuristic Air Travel

June 23rd, 2026

The Hawk West Window

6:04 am

Yesterday I wore an Outfit

contrived from black leggings

& a gold-threaded top —

selected dangling earrings

& thickened golden chain

around M(eye) Neck —

Nobody saw It —

I think I’ll wear It again

today for M(eye) Drive 2 Digby

2 take The Ferry 2 St John NB

2 pick up The Family Painting

of  The Drumalis*

now owned by M(eye) Son

delivered by His Girlfriend

2 put in an artshow

hosted by a woman here

in Clark’s Harbour

Whom I admire

for Her Taste

& Productivity

*ship painted by Manton Nickerson at the turn of the century wrecked on Cape Sable Island, depositing my children’s great grandfather Maurice Haeghaert at the age of 16.  He married Fanny Lowe & had two children –Maurice Roy Haeghaert & Marion

Father’s Day

June 21st, 2026

The Hawk Deck

7:18 am

The Serenity of The Morning

broken only by My Close Encounter

w a neighbourhood Jay

landing on Gully’s Rail

2 bleat His double-tinted squawk

bobbing twice 2 His own rhythm

heralds My Quiet

amidst the daisies

& sunlit palm fronds

of low-lying fern

M(eye) Maria II

1st She Was

The Positive Pregnancy Test

drying on top

of The Dishwasher

in The Atlantic House

(1st Marital Home)

Then She Was

The Phone Call

2 Planned Parenthood

made by Step-sister Darcy

Then She Was

Peter’s Ultimatum:

“If You Have This Baby

I Will Leave You –“

Taken 2 Heart

Taken From Me

taken

from

me —

Funeral Sandwiches

June 11, 2026

The Hawk Slipper Chair

9:00 pm

The Last Remains

eaten w Gusto

after being proffered

May 22nd

by 1 Funeral Home Employee

“Please take The Whole Tray —

It’s not spoken for” —

2 tonight’s 3 half Sandwiches

picked over & out

by My Oldest Friend

now widowed

Single Driver

June 4th, 2026

St.John NB Ferry

8:15 am

I am The Single Driver

in Lane 2 @ The Terminal

saying Goodbye 2

My Lovely Daughter Eliza

& Peak’s Girlfriend Chantal —

Aboard The Ferry —

I am The Lone Traveler

going back 2 one cat

one house I’m happy 2 own

w friends 2 greet me

as if I’ve been away

for a million years.