Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: 9/11

RESTORATIVE VISION

The Hawk Living Room 12:15 pm

I have had an undulating vision —

a purple cave-like opening

dressed in Golden Fray

This moving Mountain-like form

contained not the thought

of The Little Man

but His Essence 

It pulsated at Me

slowly

pushing from behind My Eyes

& returned Him

to Me

WHAT IS MY PREMISE?

Did God create The Dragonfly

to fly out of nymph-hood Today

of All Days?

Or has The Dragonfly created Itself

over eons

to emerge from arbitrary randomness?

I have been answered

by swarms of midges

screaming out to Me

for recognition

LANDING

The Hawk Deck 5:30

Fall Has Risen

as I sit on The Breezy Deck

in 16 degrees Celsius

having, rejoicing

in My Brain’s Capacity

To See The Future

& To See The Future

in physical terms

I am no longer waiting

I am @ The Time of Arrival

Landing

On My Solid Ground

of ambiguity

 

NOON IN THE REAL WORLD

I just woke from a Gravol-induced Dream:

Out on a brick terrace

I was being interviewed

by a Keith Haring Type

about My Life so far

& My Artistic Intentions

Suddenly I Stood Up

wearing a long white billowy robe

I declared —

“THIS IS WHAT I WANT TO DO”

I walked over to a vacant section

& The Keith Haring Guy said “I Know —

You Want To SAVE”

I turned to Him & explained “No —

that word has been overused —

I have a lot of problems with that word

which I wont go into now.  This

is what I want to do — ”

I raised My Arms up to the tree limbs

& sky above Me & I began to spin

I spun so fast, faster and faster

that I became a spinning top

as I chanted:  Organize Organize Organize

until I felt I was turning into a Gyroscope

The first definition of the verb to Organize

in My Mother’s 1971 Random House Dictionary:

1.  to form as or into a whole

consisting of interdependent or coordinated

parts, esp. for harmonious or united action.

MIDNIGHT IN THE REAL WORLD

We’re in a Maelstrom

of bad ideas

overworked secretaries

& lives We don’t call

Our Own

ON THE WAY TO YARMOUTH

My Birthday is The Same Day

as Stephen Harper’s

I’m 3 months older

than Obama

This Is No Coincidence

My Name Is

Joanna Gilman Hyde

I AM YOUR BLACK JESUS

I have on My Daughter’s Black Kicks

My Mother’s Silver Nugget Ring

My Heart is Red

My Skin is White

& I Am Female

Dual Citizen of  The West:

Half American — Half Canadian

I Will Run Forever

To Be Caught By One

Tiny Little Man

yet to emerge

as My Biggest Half

Loblaws Inc.

Country of Origin:  China

NG Item #:  176888

Description:  TGF2FW8468  Molded Beanboot

CTN. QTY Master:  12 PR

Carton #  915 (inked in) of 4884

UPC Code #  10057846044405

THE HAWK DECK WAVES 4:50

The Waves have died down now

cats are quarrelling

I am ready to Annunciate My Self

to become, to say

I am whatever You want

Me to be —

I can fill any role

but know that within My Role

& Yours

I am true

I am true to My Self

I am true to The World

& We will go farther

than far

together

THE HAWK DECK WAVES 1:25

Who Says There Is God?

“I do!  I do!”

But How Do You Know For Sure?

“A Shower of Silver Lights

fell down on My Head”

When Did This Happen?

“March 31st, 1993

in the town of Shelburne Nova Scotia”

What was Your Reaction?

“I was The Second Coming of Christ”

Do You Think The Same Way Now

Nearly Twenty Years Later?

“Well, I don’t want to be linked

to any established religions

but I think I have ideas

about God & Humanity

whose Time Has Come”

Like What Sorts of Ideas?

“Primarily that God & Humanity are one

& that Human Life

which has no beginning and no end

but which can be measured at Conception & Death

is Sacred”

THE HAWK DECK WAVES 12:15

I have just been spoken to

by the augmentation of The Surf:

God Is Trapped By Humanity

Humanity Is Trapped By God

 

I’M INSIDE A GOD DAMN F–ING FAIRY TALE

The Waves are merely seductive

They’re keeping Me here

on The Deck

or in The Bedroom with windows open

Last Night I yelled to My Perturbed Husband

I might not write again —

I might go babbling My Head off

whenever & wherever I felt like It —

saying anything I feel

& if I get carted away by The Police

I would just say “Sorry Officer —

I choose to write verbally

& My Delivery is NOT SEDUCTIVE”