Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Black Jesus

WHAT’S HAPPENING

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:00pm

I Know What

is going to happen

I Know What

is happening

I Know What is Going

to happen

I Know What

is happening

(arms bent up & out to the sides

head facing up)

We Are Ushering

in a new era

We Are Ushering In

The New Age

COMPORTMENT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:15pm

We Wear Our Minds Outside Our Selves:

if Our Hair is Frazzled

We have gone miles

in open wind

if Our Bellies are Big

We have gorged Ourselves

on Great Ideas

left under The Table

if We Smile

Our Contentment

may mean Our Wanderings

have lead Us

to Our Ends

if We Laugh

We are revealing

Our Most Primitive Selves

in defiance

of the psychiatric labels

for which We were sent away

THE FIRST DRINK

The Hawk Kitchen 7:50pm

I have drunk My First Beverage

W–A–T–E–R

from My Chalice Divine

standing before My Dramatic Sky

of heavy mauve cloud

& Illuminated Gull

reaching around

to the sea-view

FREE THINKING

The Hawk Living Room 1:45pm

I am sitting in a beam of sun

in a velvet chair

anything can happen here

in My Mind

any thought can be unleashed

with or without choice:

How do I know

I am deliberately

recalling

the total lack

of sun

in The Yarmouth Psychiatric Unit?

AT EIGHT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:00pm

My Mother told Me I couldn’t carry a tune

so She put Me in a crinkly black tutu

& expected Me to dance

I was the clumsy conundrum

My Teachers couldn’t figure out

I was Cinderella in French

& Teacher’s Pet in Junior High Science

I didn’t like High School

with One Peculiar Friend

Who wanted to get high

at lunch

My Mother put Me into Her College —

a small liberal arts school in up state New York

where I took all the art I could get

& transferred into Cooper Union in New York City

After graduating I decided

to paint the most visible roof in the world:

#5 World Trade Center

& was given permission by The Port Authority of NY & NJ

In 1984 I signed My Name

to the ten-thousand square-foot canvas

in three-foot high letters

I wore a crinkly black skirt

filmed by German Television

& three decades later

Self Organizing Galaxy

is on You Tube

 

CANDLE HOLDER

The Hawk West Desk Window 4:44pm

I am in search of a Chalice

a heavy tubular drinking vessel

preferably frosted, to be pushed repeatedly

at My Fridge Water Dispenser

— I looked in Barrington today

in The Salvation Army Thrift Store

3 Bargain Stores

& Shopper’s Drug Mart

but nothing caught My Eye

nor

My Fist

SILVER SLUMP

Barrington Passage, NS 2:22pm

I’m sitting in a Doctor’s Office

One of The Safest Places

in The World

or is It?

Here I am given a little green pill

to ward off anxiety

about The World at Large

I have had My Talk

& My Walk

but continue to feel

a shadow

of uneasiness

FORETOLD

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:00pm

I believe I will live

to tell the story of My Death

& not the murky recitation

of past relatives

& misty shores

I will live to tell

of nightly dreams

coalescing

into daily performance

the history of which

enshrouded

by My Veil

of Truth

will come to My Listeners

as no surprise

ARTIST ALERT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:45pm

Look Out Children

‘cuz here I come

to colour Your World

in Pink & Gold

from Horizon to Horizon

I’m here to show You

True Blue

the ancient cauldrons

of desire

for leadership

of decades

aeons

 

AQUIRING SIGNAL

The Hawk Living Room 3:30pm

hook Me up

to My Members of Silver & Gold

My Robotic Arms

of The West

to carry Your Instruction

when a Reshma Begum emerges

in Pink & Violet —

tell Me what to say:

Say It, Damn It, Say It —

why has It taken the deaths

of one thousand, one hundred

Eastern Garment Workers

to force a call

to God?