Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: beaches


The Hawk Beach 2:45pm

I have walked The High Tide Line

to The Restoration of My Reason

and so have reached The Guzzle

a rivulet of blue and aqua

flowing into The Atlantic Waves —

I have satisfied God’s demands

to feel the need

of living and so

I sit with a flock of gulls

adjacent to The Supreme Essence

of Peace I have become


The Hawk Front Steps 4:58pm

My Guzzle Report

is that I ran to It

along the padded sand

so My Knees were protected —

I had My Hoodie up against

The Wind

and I breathed hard

but never lost it

and saw My Barnacled Rock

in a different place


The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:46pm

How dare they try

to count The Stars

by saying every one

is just a speck of sand

on all The World’s Beaches

— if that is the case

I have just traversed

trillions on My Walk

to The Guzzle Rock

covered in barnacles —

should I count them too?