Our Sun is the most
important blob of existence
in Our Sky
It affects
Our Climate
and feeds Our Earth.
All that We are
comes from The Sun
and Eye love It:
This Exotic Star
The waves are audible
subtle & sweet are the birds —
a deer just grazed
& disappeared
The Cat Molly
didn’t mind
vacating my seat —
a black folding chair
at my grandparents’ wrought iron table
set out here
on this old deck
affording my enjoyment
of true tranquility
Yesterday Eye found a shell
considered then laid away
upon the sand, discarded
until today as Eye walked along
deciding that should Eye find it
for a second time
Eye would claim it —
Lo & Behold
it was there
in all its curly-cue —
no one else had picked it up
no wave had come that high
so Eye retrieved it
as a man nearby
hefted an old lobster trap
he said was garbage —
Eye called it “Flotsam”
and he laughed
Eye stepped into a pack of Humanity
The Final Product
of the slaying of pigs and chickens:
Food Fest in Yarmouth
where Eye wore hand-embroidered roses
from Mexico given to me
by My Daughter
and My Famous Straw Hat
with bow of black
to spend $21.00
on one chicken leg
one partial rack of ribs
from the bank of BBQ carriages
Eye picked “Billy Bones”
to stand in a haphazard line-up
where one man sourly glanced
but later sat between two women
while Eye sat at another long white table
to partake of my purchase
and then walked around
and around again
and decided to take my chewed bones
home.
It’s been an eternity —
Eye would have said Trillions of Years
butt Eye don’t believe in years —
since We last spoke.
Today Eye emailed M(eye) Book
So Long Sam
off 2 publisher #4
& if It’s not taken
It will be Self Published.
Did You know Eye never
had a shoulder 2 cry on
except for once
when M(eye) Brother Howard
was lowered into His Grave
& Eye stood wailing
against The Right Side
of M(eye) Father’s Brown Coat
on a late November day in 2007
Lime green ferns against
the blackened forest floor rise
like samples of new
Eye am so beautiful
that men young & old
masturbate at the drop of M(Eye) Hat
at the click of M(Eye) Digital Device
and Eye am left with nothing
not even a breakfast
Last weekend while the largest wildfire
in Nova Scotia’s history
raged and was successfully fought
Eye evacuated to My Friend Dan’s:
He took Me to an almost empty playground
built by a dentist
against the side of a hill
rising from The French Shore.
Dan spoke in Acadian
to one mother with one little boy
on a swing
as Eye meandered to leave.
Then from the top of the hill
a cascade of Children — 2 bus loads —
suddenly flowed down
and around playhouses
toy steel excavators
through rope tunnels
over one stationary boat
inside the ball tent
and through one giant tubular slide —
” Laissez le bon temps rouler!”
Eye walked along that vacant beach
hand in hand with my friend Dan
who stooped to reach
a piece of glass
and wiped the sand
and made His Speech:
He spoke of edges
sharp and neat
smoothed by waves
of eon’s seas
& gave the glass
to me to put
inside the pocket
of His Jacket
worn by me
worn by me
This morning’s hazy sun
inspired me to bring out the glass table top
to clean it with fake Windex
and fit it onto my forest green
wrought iron table
left for the winter to rust
(slightly)
Eye had my breakfast here
sitting on a folding chair
from the basement
while my next door neighbour
put away his lobster traps
and the morning birds
serenaded us
Joanna Gilman Hyde 