Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Category: poetry

LIFE REVIEW

The Hawk Queen Bed 12:45am

Against The Backdrop of Africa

I stood to walk in a circle

of Black Women

reaching out to Me

— They had never seen a white baby

before —

& against the backdrop of fishermen

I clomped in My Black Fisherman’s Boots

up the pavement

of The Sandy Point Fish Wharf

to drive My Mother’s parked

VW Square Back

back down to the Molly already unloaded —

the men had never seen

a girl from New York

arriving each summer

departing for school in the fall —

against the backdrop

of art school intellectualism

I stood out for My Big Ideas

going after The Top

 falling in love

with The President of Cooper Union —

& marrying instead My Ticket

to Nova Scotia — having My 2.4

Children

with .4 ending up depicted

as a 3D red blotch

hanging in My Hawk Living Room

& now married to The Famous Dr Blair —

against the backdrop of Cape Sable Island

on the most southern tip of Atlantic Canada

I have become The Famous Artist

living in Nova Scotia —

a fish out of water

in Her Element

UP EARLY

The Hawk Corner Room 6:42am

EYE See Dawn

aqua & flushed skin tones

hovering over the water

with shore lights still on:

EYE have a Big Day today

waking at the crack of It

to take The Magnificent Head

to Lunenburg to see

if It can be cast

in Silver

 

GALAXY POEM #?

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:45pm

I’ve done enough

of sweeping up galaxies —

it’s an endless task

organizing, compiling known particles

of cat hair, cat food crumbs

specks of kitty litter, the occasional claw point

not to mention Heaven’s Dust

heavy in My House —

“Out Damn Spot!”

TAKE STOCK

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:30pm

Say A Prayer For Gold!

One straight line up

is not enough

to carry Us out

of Our Doldrums —

Cry Out For Gold

taking Silver in Its Hand

shimmering, glimmering

like The Head

of Donald J. Trump

MACKEREL SKY

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:11pm

When I was in Grade Five

at The Sandy Point Consolidated School

there was A Beautiful Dark Haired Girl

who told Us of Her Mother calling

a certain kind of cloud cover

“Mackerel Sky” for

the fillet-shaped fleshy flecks

of the fish I knew so well

from when My Mother used to roll Her Fillets

in flour and “froy them up roight crisp”

in butter served with lemon and parsley

TRANCE TREMORS

The Hawk Exercise Room:  10:11am

EYE catch The Sun

in My Foetal Pulsating Fingers

as I hold up My Left Leg backwards

My Right Hand comes forward

illuminated and red

LOOKING UP

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:36am

The Sun has risen

much further North

than I expected

& I am to execute

a sculpture of Hunter’s closest friend

whose eyes are up & open

to the surprise of his

final moment

MORNING PLAY

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:38am

EYE See The Mighty Silver

beaming off the water’s edge

I feel the warmth of Our Sun

across My Morning Face —

I see the spheres of illumination

through My Blinking Lash

I hear the coffee water boiling

calling for A Second Steep

THE COST OF AN OUNCE OF SILVER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:02pm

I stood tonight

in The Little Store

waiting for My Medium Pizza —

extra cheese, pepperoni, tomatoes, hot peppers, black olives

and cradled in My Right Arm

a 2-litre bottle of Coke

with Santa still on it —

total bill on Visa:

$22.80 Canadian

WHERE WE ARE TODAY

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:55am

Before The Dawn

Of Our New Era

We Are On The Cusp of Night

We Are Silver Now

As The Moon

As The Midnight Hour

Of Transformation

From The Golden Sun

Into That Precious Rarity:

Our Star-patterned

Future