Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Black Jesus

MORNING SILVER

The Hawk Kitchen 8:30am

The Clouds are lined with Silver

actual Silver Lining

& I am embarking on visiting

My Mother-in-law @ Roseway*

and in the other direction —

Luke of Whom I am so fond

*Roseway Hospital, Shelburne, NS

“How Ya Doin’ Honey?!”

March 31st, 2014 Valley Regional Hospital, NS 5:32pm

Just let Me set here awhile

& let it all soak in —

let Me look at the mesh of the curtain

& remember The Flashes —

let Me hear My Mother-in-law breathing

under a heated blanket

& I will set & tell You

The Story with

no

end

SEEDS OF LIFE IN A DISTANT FLOCK OF BIRDS

The Hawk Window Seat 2:44pm

I Took My Shower

@ 2:22

I Was in There

For Untold Minutes, Hours, Days

I Am Still There

Rubbing My Eyes

Like A Child

Who Sees The Spray

Of The Universe

EXISTENCE

The Hawk Queen Bed March 21st 11:50pm

Please allow Me to explain

everything

in Galactic Terms —

if We are integrating with Aliens

it is mutually beneficial —

Yes, The Egyptians were convinced

of an afterlife

as I am convinced of God —

if the existence of Aliens

disputes the existence of God

I say No — We can and do

have both

INTO THE NIGHT

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:40pm

The Earth is under A Spell

or am I?

galvanized by not the shock

of 9/11

but by a deep mystery

which may never be abandoned

but from which We must

awaken

GOOD GOD

The Hawk Kitchen 6:47pm

I See A Bird Of Silver

Against A Cloud Of Grey

It Signals To Me

All Is Well

And This Is How We’ll Stay

ALIEN SPACE SHIP

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:11pm

I put on My Raspberry Slippers

& got out The Mop

I mopped & I mopped

upstairs & down

I cleaned My Whole House

& still that 777 has not been

found

ASSIGNMENT

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:03pm

The nightly ointment applied

to My Doctor-Husband’s legs

has conditioned My Hands

ready for work

I will now delve into the guts

of Humanity

The Innards of The World

I will knowingly dirty My Hands

when I said I never would

serve God — I would serve

only My Self —

I have seen The Meaning of Life

and It is brazen and brash

as The Sun

and It is My Dark Haired Angel

God of My Creation

sitting on My Right Shoulder

declaring in Her Melodious Voice

“You Know The Meaning Of Life

And So You Are A Star —

So Go To Sleep…”

I will go now not to sleep

but to coat My Broad-palmed Hands

laden with the protective balm of Her Words

to absolve the recesses of My Skin

of any fatal impurity

and pummel My New-born Fists

into every Man, Woman and Grown-up Child

EVERY DAY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:11pm

I have craved Fame & Glory

as badly as any

suicide-ed poet

— I have made attempts

on My Own Life —

but more-so have I

striven to live

as I do now

when My Work is being read

every day & every day

I am not dead

CLUTCHING MY BLACK DIARY AGAINST MY PURPLE-ROBED CHEST

The Hawk Corner Room 1:15pm

Do My Cells Know

I Am Exhibiting

“A Failure To Thrive” —

Do They Know I Have Not Eaten Lunch

& That I Cannot

Possibly Take The Cats To The Vet

Tomorrow

For Their Annual Inoculations?