Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

SUNSHINE ON DECK

The Hawk Deck 10:40am

I’m a wanna-be Spiritual Leader

I wanna teach Humanity

to love Itself

How corny is that?

Here on My Deck I love

in The Light Of Morning

I wanna cry out

“Love Your Selves!”

The heck with God —

We bumbling Humans

are where It’s At

Look what We can make

of Our Selves

Wanna Bet?

 

NAUGHTY & NOT AT ALL NICE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:30pm

When I was a student at Cooper Union

I tried to have an affair

with The President

He gave no response to My Stream of hand-delivered letters

but once gave Me a small kiss

as I stepped on His Foot

After I graduated

I gave Him a pair of hand-knitted socks

for His Cold Feet

By the time His Presidency was nearly over

I was on My way to Nova Scotia

to get properly married

I went to His Office

one last time

He said, “I still have Those Socks –”

I said, “Now You don’t need Them –”

“Why?”

“Because Now It’s Spring!”

SETTING THE TABLE

The Hawk Kitchen 7:13pm

There’s something so satisfying

about letting A Fly out

a sliding glass door —

It’s as if all Your Problems

go along with It

& You can stand back

& look at The Sky

in Its sunset-hued pink

& think There Is No Better

Way

CANCELLATION?

The Hawk Portico 3:10pm

That Little Man was not any part

of My Magnificent Shower Of Silver Lights

March 31st 1993

He came later

October 22nd 1993

Can I cancel Him out now

twenty years since

He caressed My Arms

in silence

upon My Conveyance

“There

Is

A

God”

?

Suddenly I drew in My Breath

but when I exhaled

was He Gone?

BUGS

The Hawk Portico 2:15pm

The Insect World

IS This World

How I love Their hovering —

They can spy on Me

all They want

as I spy on Them

with Their iridescence

Their cellophane wings

or if They crawl

Their multitudinous legs

They’re the only Aliens

We need

WORDS & PHRASES I HATE

From The Hawk Kitchen Refrigerator 

(quotation marks implied)

24/7

Ego

From the get go

Scenario

From day 1

Life is a journey

There ya go!

Climate change

Issue

Live in the moment

It’s all good!

You can’t have everything

Ya get what ya pay for

Nobody’s perfect

Inappropriate behaviour

Up the yin yang

Ya can’t take it with you!

Yeah (as a filler)

Bitch

On the same page

Step up to the plate

You have a lot on your plate

Between a rock and a hard place

Enjoy!

Agro

Good energy

On board

If I win the lottery

Wake up call

Irk

Irksome

Live & learn

Mind set (though I use it)

Down time

Melt down

Jus’ sayin

It is what it is

Get your head around

Heads up

Stepping stone

Team player

There are two sides to every story

Win – win

Been there, done that

Bought the T-shirt

Count your blessings

Look on the bright side

Hang in there

Have a good day

Good Luck

End game

Game over

At the end of the day

In the final analysis

Play it by ear

Quantitative easing (sounds like a laxative)

No brainer

DESSERT

The Hawk Kitchen 7:14pm

I took Dr Blair

His Dessert

of frozen berries thawed

in the microwave

& two scoops of French Vanilla Ice Cream

–

I took It to Him

under the low light

in The Hawk Family Room

where He sat by The Computer

looking elegant

–

I was serving

A Very Important Man

Who can’t seem to retire

even though His Back

is killing Him

“COOKIES”

The Hawk Basement 12:39pm

When My Mother first had Her Brain Tumour

diagnosed

She was tested as to functionality

by having to bake Chocolate Chip Cookies

unassisted

in a hospital kitchen

She was to follow a recipe

and I was with Her

not allowed to help

but I don’t remember

how, or if

They came out

 

RETIREMENT

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:38pm

Fall is finished for Me now

as soon as I saw

Its leaves along the grounds

of My Husband’s Office

–

No other flurry of fall

will strike Me the same

as This Summer’s Turning

Its brash array

scattered before The Edifice

of My Husband’s Career

Fifty Falls in the making

EVENING ALREADY

The Hawk Kitchen 4:47pm

The Sky around here

is so dramatic:

The Heavy Greys

of low-lying Clouds

move across The View

out My Sliding Glass Doors

with The Sun hitting Their Layers

— The Clouds, not The Doors —

while I sit on A Cat’s Ottoman

in My Pretty But Humble

Kitchen

watching

A Gull pass over

illuminated in Silver