Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

MORNING POOL

The Hawk Dining Room 8:20am

There’s no orb of sun to be seen

only a pool of liquid light

out past the neighbour’s roof line

now when I blink

I see a streak of lime-gold

against the black

of My Inner Eye

 

MY PEOPLE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:22pm

I watched The Sun

born under a solid lip

of pink-streaked cloud

He arrived into This World

Radiant Red

while My Alien

squirmed inside

beneath My Lower Rib Cage

crying fiercely to Me

I AM ALIVE

DAMP MESSAGES

The Hawk West Desk Window 3:32pm

I get My Messages

in The Shower

a bellhop knocks on the door

& slides The Envelopes under

They’re usually edged with Gold

— sometimes even Silver —

They’re Replies from

The Man Who Reads My Mind

— for confirmation purposes —

My Replies to Him

are laced within the fluidity

of My Daily Bath

 

PREPARED

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:11pm

I am alone in My House

sitting before My 3-dimensional Flame

of glass, lit with a tea light

deep in Its Centre

like The Centre of Me

bright with caution

 

STARS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:20pm

Within The Cauldron Of The Sun

Countless Stars Are Born

To Live Upon The Earth

Within Their Hazards

And Their Glory

We Live These Lives

Knowing Or Not Our Destinies

Until We Funnel Back In

Into The Sun Again

Leaving Our Shadows

Over This Eternal Playground

OVERVIEW

The Hawk Corner Room 3:30pm

I wear An Open Heart Watch

on My Right Arm

A Silver Band on My Left

My Question Mark Ring

I deliberately flashed

when I last saw Him

nodding

over The Bed of My X

Father-in-law

3:50pm

I plunge into My Day Dream

snug in Eliza’s Corner Room

with a cup of Earl Grey

in front of The Picture Window

framing The Reason

I am Here

 

GUESS

The Hawk Living Room 3:11pm

Guess how old I was

when I engaged

in the following activities:

Tearing into strips

the striped vinyl cover

to My Dollies’ changing table

& wadding the shreds

up in My Fists

to stuff in My Mother’s

waste paper basket

Clutching Two Hundred Wedding Photos

to My Chest & throwing Them

One By One

to The Night

along the ample length

of water frontage

in the Town of Shelburne

Emptying The Entire Contents

of My Second Husband’s Brief Case

cradling The Papers in My Arms

casting Them aside

Piece By Piece

into The Twilight

along one mile of old rail road track

through Barrington Passage

On a clear day in June

Shredding Five Known Copies

of My Own Manuscript

So Long Sam

taking seven hours

consuming as many beers

& putting Three Bags Full

out by the side of the road

MORNING SKY

The Hawk Kitchen 8:52am

The Blue-grey Clouds

sitting low

over The Slate-grey Ocean

are My Call

to drink

from The Horizon

DHW

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:00pm

He tagged Me a “Seer”

& leapt upon Me

when I aspired toward God —

He made Me fall in love

lasting through two decades

through two husbands

both of whom

cannot understand

MY WAY

The Hawk Living Room 2:28pm

I never felt the loss of My Mother

says My 2nd Husband —

He’s a Doctor — He should know —

and Yes, I admit it —

I told My Self when She was diagnosed

with Her Killer Brain Tumour —

I declared to My Self

“I will never feel The Pain –”

I swore it

and had only one session of tears

two months before She died

That was It — unless You want to count

The Shower Of Silver Lights

which cracked over Me

four days after My Mother died

leaving Me in a departed way