Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

FIRST NIGHT

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:45am

Last Night I slept

with the window opened a crack

to let in a nip of Spring

This Morning

and the first song

of birds

THE 1983 PRESIDENT OF COOPER UNION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:00pm

My Back Was To Him

His Fingers Cut A Loose Thread

Dangling From My Hem

TITLE

The Hawk Kitchen 7:45am

All I Have Left

of A Title & A Line

from The Middle of The Night

is:  Consume The West

WELCOME ME

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm

Shower Me

with

Silver

&

I will tell You

All My Secrets

I can answer

any Question

I can see

with X-ray Vision

You Will Know Me

for All I Am

You Will Know

that I Am

Everything

&

You will want Me

Home

WHAT IS MY BAR CODE?

The Hawk Kitchen 6:30

I AM A WOMAN

with thick curly hair

blond in The Sun

I live on The South West Shore

of Nova Scotia

I have a 22 lb Black Cat

I Love

I Love The World

I Love My Self

I Love My Husbands

I Love My Telepathic Partner

I Love My Children

ALL THREE OF THEM

 

MARCH 31st 2015

March 30th The Hawk Kitchen 6:17pm

I Will Shine

In Those Flashing Lights

Against A Background

Of Chaos

March 31st 2015 The Hawk Kitchen 8:25am

There is My Silver

Message!

Streaking Its Light

to Me on My Morning

of This, The 22nd

Anniversary

of My Shower of Silver Lights

I AM ONE

COLOUR ME SILVER

The Hawk Kitchen 8:20am

The Glare

of

Silver fills

My Hawk Outpost

Window

beaming out to Me

I stare

& see the afterglow

of

familiar lime green

when I

blink

SUNDAY MORNING 2

The Hawk Corner Room 11:02am

How must I write

of the peacefulness

of The Morning —

under the snow

— last for spring —

under brilliant sun

shining its silver

off the sea

I will not row

today

STABLIZATION

The Hawk Library 12:16pm

Eye have M(eye) Shower

— Show Her —

of Flashing Silver

formalized

in the reflection off

M(eye) Husband’s book cases

engulfing

The Machine

upon Which Eye row

M(eye) Millions

DRESSED FOR THE WORLD

The Hawk En-suite Bath  7:30pm

In My Floor-length

Mirror

I strike an imposing figure

sealed in grey

layers

Silver Chains

I am the correct weight

for a Woman My Height

which is tall

as My Lacquered Hands

will reach

With These Hands

gilded in Gold

I reach for The Sun

never to forget The Moon

I observe The Stars

— The People —

living & dying

forever on

Our Earth