Joanna Gilman Hyde

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SHEENING SILVER

The Hawk Kitchen 7:58pm

My Silver Sheen

Along The Water

Confirms For Me

The Grace

Of All Things

Coalescing

To Form

This Moment

BASEMENT STAR

The Hawk Basement 7:13pm

The Silver Star I spray-painted

in The Hawk Basement

is now lit up in an Evening Ray

of Sunlight from a small West Window

— lit up in three panels

or vertical bars

meshing with the top three arms

of My Silver Star

in The Time

it’s taken to write this

The Bars, cylindrical in form

have moved over to the right

by about four inches

& I will sit here

on My Rowing Machine Sliding Seat

no matter how long it takes

for My Silver Star to become

vacant

& glowing on Its Own

The Magical Little Fellow

The Hawk Kitchen 4:54pm

The Littlest Man has shrunk

to the size of a peanut

— the bearded old man I saw

inside every peanut I opened

as a kid —

I’ve cracked His Nut

& peanuts aren’t nuts anyway

they’re legumes

The Littlest Man

Barrington Passage, Nova Scotia

I smelled a glimpse of You

below the spruce bows

on The Trail — the darkened part

damp with early spring

I smelled You there, briefly

& by Your mossy essence was told

“Don’t hold on — I am here

I am where You are

in Your Sensibilities

Your Tactility

Your Taste.”

EXITING THE HOSPITAL

Yarmouth, Nova Scotia

exiting the hospital

after visiting an old friend

Eye saw the emptied harbour view

for the first time

since Eye had been a patient

walled in by brick & glass

years & years ago —

The View, lit clear

spread Itself out to Me

w/ tidal banks exposing

the water basin of rivulets

& hummocks of spruce & rock

along Its edges —

for the first time

Eye saw Its Majesty

in the evening light

Eye felt the corporeality

of M(eye) Cure

BODY-READ

The Hawk West Desk Window 11:54am

My Nipples Are Twin Galaxies

with My Arms raised

over My Head

They align Themselves symmetrically

diagonally taut

with My Moles

as stray stars

in the foreground

BON JOVI LIVES!

The Hawk West Desk Window April 13 10:30pm

I know A Pretty Girl

Who’s flying all the way

down to Vegas

to get Her Picture Taken

with Jon Bon Jovi

— I think She’s been to all His Concerts

all around The World —

She’s a Die-hard Fan

& if He kisses Her Cheek

She won’t wash Her Face

— That Side anyway —

THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS INSANITY

The Hawk Kitchen 6:42pm

just suppression by anti-psychotic drugs

all things yelled should be heard

& if My Dreams are interfered with

My Sleeping Pattern could get in trouble

I’m free now, drinking beer

in My Kitchen

with a cat on the foot stool

My Husband napping before supper

My Prophecy unravelling

as I write

& the sky — I have to write

about The Sky:

It is ponderous

laden with cloud

in varying greys

It Is Beautiful

& I Love It

The Little Man

The Hawk Kitchen 5:07pm

When I was A Little Girl

My Grandfather had a bedtime ritual

out on Our Summer Porch in Jordan Bay:

“Say Good Night To The Little Man”

so I would say Good Night each night

to a little seated fishing figure

dressed like Waldo

in a knitted striped sweater

holding a fishing rod

He sat on a pile of pretty rocks and shells

in a corner display case — how

could My Grandfather ever have known

that My Mother would name

Her Single-channel McNutt Island Weather Radio

“The Little Man”

& that She would take Him to bed

& rest Him on Her Chest

listening to His droning, squeaky Voice

lulling Her to sleep?

How could My Grandfather ever have known

that twenty years after My Mother died

I would put My Self to sleep

every night while My Husband holds My Hand

with a rumination about A Little Man

I see linked to Me

from where I began

to where I will end

when I see no beginning

no end?

BACKYARD BEHAVIOUR

The Hawk Kitchen 2:45pm

My Morning Ritual is over

I’m not sorry — We’re trying to save the birds

in the backyard — a compost section

in a hedge may have been the culprit

— I would throw My Daily Banana Peel

there as I munched in contemplation

standing in My Bathrobe

or Pyjamas

until My Astute Daughter

pointed out that birds go after My Leavings

& Our More Limber Cat(s?) go after Them

COULD I PUT MY PEEL

IN THE NEW COMPOST BUCKET UNDER THE SINK

AND STILL TAKE MY BANANA OUTSIDE?