The Return of The Cow Bird
alerted Me to My #1 Sense
as Eye hesitated to sweep
the puddle of this morning’s rain
off my Front Yard Canvas
Eye contemplated the water spot
and heard, with My Very Own Ears,
that favourite sound of liquid drop
and up I looked
And There He Was!!
On the mirror
of My Still New Chrysler 200 LX
“God is The Ultimate
Control Freak”
From The Dentist Chair
Eye watched TV:
Everyone was fat —
I sat and wondered:
Is This OK?
I sat and wondered That.
Pink washed horizon
seeps into dawn like the pull
of My Heart to Sky
Eye have painted The World
Blue
on the anniversary
of My First Date
with My Children’s Father
when We picked strawberries
and drank champagne
and imagined
living
in Nova Scotia
Eye am living
in The State of Relief —
I will not be contstrained
by the formation
of even having to write
in Haiku
The silhouette of My Scraggly Apple
with Its new three leaves
looks like the edging
on some of My Paintings:
blobs of lichen and lines —
drips carried
off by the end
of a paint stick
My sun emerging:
opposite of dead ember —
new flare of all life
My watery moon:
Halo of condensation
seeps through my dawning
Eye lay on the beach sand
alone on My Aqua Towel
face down to hear the waves
with The Sun on My Back
and re-named My Painting
“Iridescence”
to
“Nova Scotia”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 