We were in a place
of Our Own Design
alone and private
to lie together on the ground
to make a baby
with a little face
and blue baby eyes —
The Child of Our Sacrosanct
Understanding
When Eye lived in Shelburne
there was a smart-looking woman
Who pushed a baby boy
around in a stroller
properly bundled for winter
but She Herself wore only a sweater —
She had been a nurse
@ Roseway Hospital
but something happened —
Her marriage ended
and She was on Her Own
with two bouncing girls
Who were taken from Her @ The Mall
and the boy —
a boy from a man named Trevor —
When He was taken
She told me
She hit the sweet jesus
Floor
ONE WHOLE DAY
in This Life O’ Mine
The Cloud Formations never ended
and I saw The Magnificence of God
again
in the tumultuous paint
of Light and Shadow
Depth and Fullness
Undulating
to humble me
Eva was asleep
so by the exit
The Lounge was full
of His Audience —
Elders in Their Wheelchairs
gathered, assembled
listening to “The Master of The Wind”
and “He Who Holds Tomorrow”
while I stood
in applause
Eye just told My Daughter
My Weather
& She told me Her’s
Out West
east to west
Mine is snow, blowing
and Her’s is the upcoming
Croci
He wore black
& Eye wore black
And He told me
He doesn’t like cruises
So the trip of a life time
OUR life TIMES
is in the works
My beautiful friend Leona Link
Has those eyes of blue
That smile and glint —
She sleeps alone
Since her husband died —
His funeral was three years ago
On my birthday —
And she lost her only daughter
(She has three sons nearby)
And she still cooks lunch for her youngest
Down the street
From where eye live
On the road named Atwood’s Road
Lives Mrs. Atwood
With her family gone —
She talks of the cellar hole
On the hill by the shore
And how ANYONE could build
There, right up from the foundation.
Once a man from England
Brought me a cup of tea
As I woke in a farmer’s guest bed
And I wrote the Englishman’s wife
A letter upon his sudden death
In a head on collision
Telling her nothing happened
Where did the onion
In all its variety
Come from?
In all its layers
With paper, paper protection
Where and how did our sublime
Fruit
Originate?
Answer: It has always existed
And always will
In one form or another
Joanna Gilman Hyde 