Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

SHEPHERD’S PIE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 10:22pm

I sang in My Kitchen

with cats like children

underfoot

potato steam

rising high

happy to cook

happy to clean

OH SEA!

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

Oh sweet rhythm of The Sea

how You bathe The Right Side Of Me

in Your Effervescence

coming through My Shaded Window

and to My Left, I have My Husband

and He is My Husband

with His Hand holding Mine

and the table light out

so I can listen to You

in The Dark

Branta canadensis

Barrington Passage 4:05pm

Two Geese Honked O’erhead

“Your’s Is An Ungainly Love — ”

Flapping Toward The Moon

FOR NOW

The Hawk West Desk Window 2:22pm

I have given up, for now

My Old Silver Towel

in-which I buried My Face

My Darkest Secrets

to smell instead

The Comfort Of Clean Gold —

My New Robe

Of Contentment

CHILD’S POEM

The Hawk Kitchen 11:11am

This morning a Blue Jay

came to the top

of The Scraggly Apple

to say, “What’s In Store

For Today — Today –“

Then He flew away

TREE HOUSE

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:22pm

When I go to bed

I’m up in a Tree House

with the wind @ My Head

& the sloping ceiling

wafting over Me

like a Tent

SELF-CONTAINMENT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:22pm

I am self-contained

I do not need another

half

a partner of religion

of life

I can eat My Ice Cream

alone

on My Tomato-coloured Couch

and not worry

about

a God-damn

Thing

HOW I STAY FIT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:11pm

Nearly every morning

I gear up for My 4,000 Metre Row

on My Concept 2 Rowing Machine

with computerized clock:

My Columbia Shell Shorts

Sportex Sports Bra

Joe Fresh Sleeveless Grey Under-shirt

Anklet Sox from Eliza

& Old Nike Sneakers

make Me —

into The Basement I go

to put Classic Vocal Trance

on The Hulk (My Husband’s biggest computer)

& warm up with four rounds each

of personal exercises

I wipe down the C2 bar

on-which the seat slides

& strap My Self into the foot rests

I pull the handles

& focus My Vision on the in-out motion

of the chain

& watch The Clock

like a Hawk

for 11 Minutes & 22 Seconds

— take a clocked break upstairs —

— drink from My LIFE Glass —

& go back down to hit

22:22

 

GREY MORNING

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:00am

I hear the roar of The Cape

through Our closed bedroom windows

a deluge of rain last night

leaked through the front door

I’m sitting in bed

waiting for Hunter

to bring The Coffee

He’s already fed

The Cats

COSMOS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:22pm

I am sitting, aligned

with The Sun, a candle

& My LIFE Glass, The Earth

before Me, ahead of My Right Knee

orbiting My Oval Glass Coffee Table

I am in the outer reaches

of The Solar System

My Couch is an asteroid belt

& My Room, My Living Room

is The Universe

contained

in This

My

Mind