Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: 9/11

LIL’ MISS

The Hawk Dining Room 10:38pm

Lil’ Miss Joanna Banana

carried Her Bunch of Bananas

to the front check-out at Sobey’s

but only One Line was open

& It was full

Lil’ Joanna Banana was in a hurry

so She thought of The Other Store

& put The Bunch back

(She thought of stealing a single banana for breakfast

but Lil’ Miss Joanna Banana was too honest)

She exited Sobey’s in Her 2004 Escape

& drove to Martin’s No Frills

where His Logo is a Bunch of Bananas

so Lil’ Joanna Banana picked out a bunch

(& One to eat in The Car)

She didn’t have to wait at the check-out

She clutched Her Bunch

against Her Dressy Knee-length Black Spring Coat

and walked along The Front

of The Yellow & Black

Store Front

RESET

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:55pm

We live in The Era Coming

where there is no such thing as “Mental Illness”

no need for Psychiatrists

They can go home

no need for catalogues, labels, DSM volumes

or medication (except for sleep)

We Are Human All

behaving as Humans

within Our vast array of possibility

Our Observations

are based on fundamental perception

and based on Our interpretation of perception

within Its vast array of possibility

GOOD NIGHT

 

 

ORION

The Hawk Kitchen 7:45pm

Tonight when I went out in The Dark

to scrape a dinner plate for The Crows

I heard the distinct honking of geese

somewhere below the constellation of Orion

— the only constellation I recognize

beside The Big Dipper —

Oh, I didn’t tell You —

a few days ago — no, December 22nd —

I met one of the nurses from The Psych Unit

in the bakery section of MY Sobey’s

— it was One Who doled out bedtime pills —

She could barely say hello

SOMEHOW I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT ANYTHING SHOULD HAPPEN

The Hawk Kitchen 6:10pm

You stood with Your Back

leaning against My Kitchen Counter

arms folded in black

My Kitchen Black Jesus

You hovered behind Me at The Sink

I shoved You away from The Stove

while I put together

My Family’s Pork Casserole

OUT OF BED

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm

just as My Phone turned 10:22am

first line in My Head:

Glory To Our Dark Night

upon This Digital Cloud

for Sinners, Killers, They too

have Their Place

I AM

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:00am

I Am Your Black Jesus

I Am The Silver Christ

flashing hot with menopause

sleep-deprived from letting Astro out @ 5:00

waking Eliza for school @ 6:30

making coffee for My Husband @ 7:00

BRUSHFIRE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:11pm

I was That Girl

Who watched uneasily

as Her Brother’s Friend

heaped dried leaves

on top of a little fire

lit to cook onion grass

in The Woods behind Her House

I was That Girl

Who ran back to The House

to get a pitcher of water

to meet Her Mother’s Alarm

I was That Girl

“eight-going-on-nine”

Who wrote a letter of thanks

to The Valley Cottage Fire Department

“for saving Our Woods”

“I’ll never scratch a match again”

I was That Girl

praised by Her Former Kindergarten Teacher

met in the school hallway

The Letter was in the paper

NEW YEAR’S REALIZATION

The Hawk West Desk Window 3:00pm

YOU CANNOT CONSTRUCT

PROGRAMME, ORCHESTRATE, MAP OUT

FATE, DIVINITY

2012 in review

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THE HAWK HALLWAY 12:30pm

Wind whistles through the cracks

at My Side Door

telling Me relentlessly

to stop living My Life

in This Mumbo Jumbo Fashion

of signifying moments

according to the alignment

of 22

like why should I keep

a New Year’s Resolution

to row 22 Minutes on My C2

when I wake up with a dream

of The Silver-Black Crow

dressed in a plaid shirt

& Me in a grey coat

hugging each other?