Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

HAIR PRAYER

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:42pm

Oh Hair Grow

when I inhale the fur

of My Big Black Astro

Oh Hair when I cut You off

22 years ago

how could I have known

I would have the love for You

that I do now?

You would be My Greatest Comfort —

I will gleefully brush You

braid You, pin You decoratively

care for You with balsamic solutions —

every follicle I own on My Head

please be rejuvenated and never

turn back to the darkness

of severity of Truth —

I want to live My Dream

& My Dream is You flying,

whipping Your Golden Fabrication

around My Shoulders

protecting Me as a mantel

of Hope & Love

for This World

of Happiness

We need so badly

CATCH-UP NEWS

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:39am

It is a still

good morning

on The Hawk

I will be on My Rowing Machine

before having a rudimentary blood test

& then to visit

My Mother-in-law

Who’s son, My First Husband

is off to Aruba

for a month

A CORD OF VIRTUE

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:16pm

I will wear My Hair

in a braid at My Side

an appendage of strength

never to be pulled in jest

held in place by coloured bands

complimenting My Face

decorating My Self

for the admiration

of women as well

as men

UPFRONT WORLD

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:42am

The Ocean is A Stage

with The Sun

Its Major Player

The Sky is The Backdrop

Changing at every scene

& The Waves at shore

The Footlights

on My Engaging View

I AM FABULOUS!!!!!

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:47pm

I am growing My Thick Wavy Hair

to Its Self Organizing Length

I have already thrown out

My Black Jesus Underwear

& am taking My Black & Fuchsia

to The Salvation Army

I am wearing pale lipstick

I am taking up knitting

& MAYBE baking cookies —

The Severe Mrs Blair

has been outgrown

into The Youth of Joanna Hyde

before Her Mother Died

& She is of a quiet demeanor

Who now yells “Bless You”*

when people sneeze!!!

* who now says “Big Bang Theory” when people sneeze

February 23rd, 2026

NEW LIGHT

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:06pm

I see The Clarity

of The Day in My Soul

from My Kitchen Outpost Window

I see The Blue of The Ocean

weight no longer upon Me

now with the waves

spraying ashore

each splash exemplifying the freshness

of My Lightened

Heart

AN ARTIST’S LINE

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:04am

From the wet snow of yesterday

I see a single white wire

a line of necklace grace

where usually the black

hovers unnoticed

THE PACKAGE THAT I AM

The Hawk TV Room 2:30pm

“I Poured Out My Black Heart”

is not to be hung.

Instead It is rolled up

& stored away in the basement

behind the bowsprit of My Mother’s boat.

I am no longer reminded

of Its Glittering “D”

& have moved into My Gracious Future

without Him.

HE IS A KIND OF POISON

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:10am

He is a kind of poison

embedded in My Heart

if He were away from Me

I could do My Art

HALO TIME

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:32pm

Seeing My Halo

I am wearing My Fuchsia Turtle-neck

which I have to take off carefully

so as not to squoosh

My False Eyelashes

when I take

M(EYE) Blood Pressure

every half-hour

— I suppose I could just take My Left Arm out —

Yes — that works —