The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:15pm
What would happen
if The World
believed a 125 lb
white 53 year-old
North American female
is
God?
What if The World believed
Her Message
that The Human Race
is God?
The Hawk Dining Room 11:17am
The Swath of Silver
has moved
from My Kitchen Outpost
to beyond The Dining Room
I can see It
from My Marble Table
& I can Love It
all the more
— steel streaks included —
framed within
My Arched Window
garlanded by Eliza
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:17pm
I sat within My Pool of Light
illuminated at My Wrist
encircled by My Silver Bright
I saw My Pulse
and so exist
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:45pm
Long ago & far away
I was housed in a place
I did not want to be
I did not want to be
& so I was stationed
in an artificial unit
of nurses, doctors & cafeteria food
for weeks at a time
yet I have no memory of what day
or year, I got out
it doesn’t really matter
that I cannot recall
the end of that terrible time —
all that matters now
is that I am happy
& I DO want to live —
My Life is full
in This Glorious Place
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:48pm
The Days go pretty fast
around here
I find My Self turning
into bed again
after a weekend day
with Hunter
rowing, eating, writing
loving My Staid Existence
I find My Self
turning into
bed
after cracking the windows
for the last balmy air
of summer
The Hawk Deck 11:20am
The Plumage of Clouds
rides high overhead
& I become lost
in The World
of Flying Gulls
Buzzing Flies
& The Deep Recess
of Blue
The Hawk Deck 9:47am
I am Up
from My Depression
— that was years ago —
to drink My Coffee
on My Deck
I am robed
in Liquid Silver
& The Ocean speaks
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:32pm
I walked across The Sky
Today
as It reflected along The Sand
at My Wet Feet
I pirouetted over Galaxies
of Shells, Kelp and Gull Droppings
until The Sea Foam
rushed around My Bare Ankles
and landed Me Ashore
Joanna Gilman Hyde 