Joanna Gilman Hyde

What is Image?

Is It clothes, braces

a doctor’s job?

Or is It The Music

We listen to at night

when We can dance

like EVERYBODY is looking?

Eye walked in that Western Light

filling the sky with gold

Eye walked and walked

and got sprinkled upon

deciding I’ll not grow old

Today in broad daylight

in line for a Tim’s

Eye spied a young banana

trying to get in

to a house repeatedly

while his mother stood aside

he must have known the occupant

and badly showed his pride

and amused the occupant

of my car — that was me —

dressed in black

happily to hide

Eye step out onto my deck

into the light of the crescent moon

and a few remaining stars

wafted by the clouds of morning

to hear the ocean

to feel the air

of my coming day

When Eye thought I was moving

to Haida Gwaii

Eye went through Eliza’s closet

where some clothes of mine

were a little small —

skirts mostly and a dress of russet

bought at the Frenchy’s on Highway 103

when Eye was in love with that colour —

a man there looked at me

but I never wore that New Year’s dress

instead I sent it packing

to The Salvation Army in Barrington

where today Eye bought it back

along with the skirts

and even a make up case

Eye recognized as mine

On display at Alex Pink’s law office in Yarmouth Nova Scotia

2′ x 3′ mixed media for sale at a dentist’s office in Meteghan Nova Scotia

Pink ripples cloud edge

Orb still sits on horizon

Haiku seeps on page

Single orb of light

Sits on my mauve horizon

Morning spark for me