Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

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“HEY WESTERN WORLD!!”

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:35pm

Did You Know China

is advertising on Chinese Television

for The People — yes, The Chinese

— All 1.3 Billion Of Them —

TO BUY GOLD?!

Why isn’t Our Half Of The World

advertising The Affordable Gold

I call SILVER??  I call

for SILVER  to Shine

on Our Big Black Screens

for less than $22.00 an ounce —

I am screaming for

This Monetary Agent

used in electronics, solar panels

in medicine as

an anti-bacterial agent —

I am screaming for

This Planet’s Adult-hood

East & West

to be refined into The Brilliance

OF THE ELEMENT OF SILVER

Showering Down On All Of Us

Bathing Us In Its Gleaming Purity

Of Knowledge Of Ourselves

As Human Beings

Subject To Tarnish

Object To Polish

and back

again

I Just Made A Bed

The Hawk West Desk Window 12:30pm

I just made a bed

for The Procreation Of Humanity:

I spread out a dark brown bottom fitted sheet

and picked off The Galaxies

stuck there —

I overlaid the top sheet — dark purple

tucked it under the queen-size mattress

& filled the matching pillow cases

with very old pillows

The Comforter went over last —

old too because of the occupancy

of cats

TO THE SOUTHWEST

The Hawk West Desk Window 4:56pm

The tidal outlet

of The Hawk Inlet

is wet with low tide

sheening silver

before the dunes

of The Cape

silhouetted against a silver ocean

seated — I or The Ocean?

through

My Window

Screen

MY WARDROBE

The Hawk Portico 2:48pm

I have Poetry Clothes

Invalid Clothes

Black Jesus Clothes

& Something for The Silver Christ

borrowed from The Invalid Ensemble:

My Thick Grey Robe

worn as My

“at home” attire

seen by My Husband, My Daughter

(She picked It out)

several carpenters

& maybe neighbours

when I take out

the trash

SOMETHING GLIB

The Hawk Dining Room 2:07pm

I ate a pork sandwich

made a cup of tea

put on My Poetry Clothes

— I’m on the last load

of laundry —

& like Magic

(it was the pork sandwich)

I am well

I’M NOT ON

The Hawk Deck 10:46am

I’m on The Knife Edge Of Happiness

I could whine & have My Doctor Husband

stay home from work

with Me

but We would only talk

circuitously

I would still hear the birds

only through My anxious

stomach

9:22

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:26pm

I once had someone ask Me

“Joanna, are You A Perfect Person?”

I answered with The Perfect Answer

“Sometimes.”

I have always been

in A State Of Perfection

I have always existed

and The State Of Existence Is Perfect

when I die I will have

The Perfect Death

I will fly away to the stars

My Spirit will impregnate

again

the egg of someone new

and I will grow once more

into A Being with A Mind

into A Human with A Destiny

different from

My Own

POSSESSION

The Hawk Queen Bed 11:40am

Do We Own The Peepers

In Our Muskrat Pond?

Do We Own The Birds

Upon Our Lawn?

The Mourning Dove Upon A Wire

Is In My View

And My Desire

I May Claim The Waves

In My Broad Reach

And Walk Along Their Salty Beach

Yet All I Love

In What Surrounds

Holds Me Close

Within Its Bounds

 

THE HAWK KITCHEN OUTPOST

The Hawk Outpost 2:27pm

I’ve taken to leaning My Elbows

on The Hawk Kitchen Outpost —

a narrow window looking East

perfect for One Person

From My Stance I can see

the backs of My Neighbour’s Barns

top branches of one deciduous tree

and two roof lines down by the shore

The Ocean spreads Itself before Me

and I can see white lines of waves

coming in

through a sizeable break

in the swath of scrub spruce

encircling this

Our Little Island

 

I Heard My Living Sea

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

I Live To Hear The Ocean Breathe

I Live To Feel My Body’s Cells

Circulate, Race, Through My Limbs

I Live To Fulfil A Promise

Made

By My Brain To The Rest Of Me

“Live For The Moment”

“Live”

All Systems Within

Surging

I Felt Literally, Fully

Alive