Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

OUTDOOR MAGIC

The Hawk Deck 1:16pm

The Hedgerow Rustles

Like The Waves —

Each Swoosh Swooosh

Sinks Into Me

& I Soak Up The Agent

Of My Life

CREATIONISM

The Hawk Deck 10:42am

I Made My Brain

To Think

I Made My Heart

To Feel

I Made My Feet

To Stand

I Made My Self

To Be

SEPTEMBER MORNING

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:05am

This Morning’s Light

has blended into The Sky

The Houses on The Beach

are silhouetted against The Sea

The Hedge Row rustles

through My Outpost Window

Our Coffee has been steeped

MY PLATE

The Hawk Deck 9:45am

I have A Plate

that’s square

& glaring red —

I use It for cheese & crackers

& banana bread

baked by a friend

& bestowed upon

new cottagers

who say

“See Ya!”

CAPTURED

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:24am

The Sun This Morning

is a milky Gold

radiating out

through My Cobwebbed Window

The Sea is sky blue

& still

with a couple

of fishing boats

decking The Horizon

HOUSE WIFERY

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:28pm

I take out

My Star-studded Kitchen Mat

& shake It in The Wind —

I sweep the mangled cobwebs

off My Sliding Glass Door —

I keep My Green-checked Apron on

over My Peachy Capris

& cross My Knees

in My Grandmother’s

Wrought-iron Kitchen Chair

preparing to call a friend

FOR CHAGALL

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:03am

I D-R-E-M-P-T

I was back

in Alphabet Land

— is It still called Alphabet Land?

on The Lower East Side

of Manhattan

over thirty years later

in a gentrified kitchen

tiny

as

My Own

ARMED & DANGEROUS

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:29pm

Armed with a blunted bread knife

clutched right-handed

I have baked My Last Cake

& am about to survive

outside My Kitchen Haven

deep inside the lands of dispute

& vocalization of the state

of Our Laws & Morality

Dignity & Human Endeavor

RISE

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:40am

My Sea is made

of molten Gold

& I am living

to behold

The Greatest Treasure

known to man:

The Rise In Silver

by God’s Command

NIGHT LIGHT

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:11pm

The Colour of Moonlight

fell on My Head

The Colour of Moonlight

made sure I was dead

inside My Mind

My Faith It was changed

to see My Self First

My Plans were arranged

to live out My Life

attached to One Sprite

That Light has stayed with Me

even @ Night