Joanna Gilman Hyde

Wherever Eye go now

Eye am saying Good Bye:

My daughter Eliza has invited me

to live in Thunder Bay —

she says there’s no rush

but for me there is —

Eye am no longer happy

in Nova Scotia —

my home Eye considered

since childhood.

Headed for My New Life

with my daughter Eye love

Eye will find My New Self

on the shore of Lake Superior

amongst the family of Eliza’s partner

Jonathan

Eye stand before the silver sheen

at my horizon of my dream

I ask myself about my life

and why I couldn’t be a wife —

The answer comes as if to say

You’ve had your gain

there is no pay —

God is God

Life is Life

continue on

within your strife

Today in the mail

Eye got a Divorce Certificate

dated July 22nd

(my lucky number)

butt now I don’t want

to go back to my house alone

and so I eek out the last of the sun

here at McDonald’s

Am Eye becoming

a fixture at McDonald’s?

I’ve consumed four large decafs

so far this morning

and now it’s lunchtime.

But the day is fine

with my back to the sun

and I am enjoying being

here amongst the vibrancy

of Barrington Bay.

Today Eye went

shopping for a church

and was told to disregard the devil

who’s work is blamed

for the “pandemic” —

Eye give no credence to the devil

anyway

when the church Eye tried let out (after letting in the sun)

Eye drove to my local hangout

deciding eye will always carry

my church within

built upon

My Shower of Silver Lights

from when my mother died

and Eye was born anew

Eye wake up alone

butt for the birds and the waves —

the cats are quiet —

and one line reverberates:

“Then she passed me that face —

and I Love It!”

Here Eye am

planted at McDonald’s —

my hub of activity

at suppertime.

Eye sit outside

at a concrete table

and watch the traffic

and the water

of Barrington Bay

at my complete leisure —

for Eye don’t have to be

anywhere.

Eye am rich with Time

Which does not exist

Eye wear two watches

On my right fist

2 prove it

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What is it about

the muted proclamations of the surf *

that eye find so soothing

so fulfilling and life-giving?

They are the sound of Eternity Itself

and I bathe and bask in their heralding

* Anchorage Northeast by Howard T. Walden, page 254