The Hawk Family Room 8:30pm
Today I left My Grey Purse
in a shopping cart
at Sobey’s cart corral
which says
“In The Event of An Emergency
Gather Here”
It could have been a bomb
but My Grey Purse was found
by a Do-Gooder
& returned, unopened, @2:22
for My Husband
to pick up
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm
WHO IS GOD?
We Are God
WHAT IS GOD?
We Are God
WHERE IS GOD?
Here Is God
WHERE?
Here!
WHERE?
Here!!
WHERE?!
Hear!!!
The Hawk Deck 4:30pm
Twenty Years Ago
I wrote in a hospital:
“I CREATED MY SELF
BUT I GIVE GOD
THE CREDIT”
(Then I got intentionally pregnant)
Now I Say:
“I MADE UP MY DAUGHTER —
I PLANNED HER
TO BE A WOMAN WHO
CAN DO
ANYTHING
(and SHE HAS TO BE BEAUTIFUL)”
Eliza, born into water
came out
P-E-R-F-E-C-T
(& God had nothing to do with it)
The Hawk Deck 12:30pm
Imma gonna turn
dis worl inside
out
dem stars is black
‘ginst d’ white
an Imma
wearin’
Ma Gym Cloze
an Red Kicks
The Hawk Queen Bed 7:45am
Once I Saw The Light Of God
Streaking Down Around Me
–
It Made Me Speak
“I Am The Second Coming…”
–
Now I Think
You’ve Found Me
The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:12pm
I Am Proclaiming
My Godliness
with The Hope
that Others, You
might say the same
for Yourselves:
I cannot say
“You Are God”
but I can think It
& I DO —
I think We all
are God
as The Unit Of Humanity
made up of Individual Minds
Eliza’s Corner Room 2:34pm
I saw The Meaning Of Life
open out like The Brown Garment Bag
containing Eliza’s Silver Prom Dress
opening from Its Centre
to reveal The Paradoxical Joke
edged in Raspberry & Gold:
God’s Super Joke —
The Reason For Schizophrenia
The Hawk Deck 11:00am
I have turned into
a religious figure
dressed in purple robe
& sun hat
holding My mauve & gold
Journal
on My Knee
I hear the birds
a lawn mower
& write
of The Solace
I seek for Others
Who may share
My View
of The Internal God
The Hawk Deck 10:22am
Can You believe Me Now —
Do You believe Me Now —
Twenty Years after The Shower Of Lights
that I Am God
from Inside
No, I am not The External God
The Man in The Sky
I Am My Own Boss
with The Meaning of Life
under My Belt
A Wilson’s Warbler singing His Song
out to Me
from The Scraggly Apple
Can You, Could You, Believe Me Now?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 