Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Black Jesus

THE HAWK DECK 5:13pm

My Big Black Astro

lays on His Side

across The Glass Table Top

of Black Wrought Iron

licking His Paws

in Mid Air:

The Epitome

of My Black Desire

TIME IS OUR MEDIUM

I am checking My Views

for Self Organizing Galaxy

@ 9:11am & 9:11pm

Atlantic Standard Time

THE HAWK LIVING ROOM 5:20pm

Bubbles are in My Beer

& Time is A Construct

of The Human Mind

THE WORLD TRADE CENTER

I saw a Little Girl

Wearing A Watch Today

The Sky was Silver

The Rain came down

& The World was about

to Change

01:50pm

The Big Red Spot

from My Period

on the well-rumpled bottom sheet

is My Red Star

STOP

with My Big Black Astro

pawing around

the wrinkles

BLACK

STOP

WHITE

STOP

RED

THE HAWK WEST DESK WINDOW 10:10am

Power is Out

Thunder is Up

Out My West Desk Window

I See The Squat Steeple

of The New Testament Baptist Church

I have never been There

in That Solid White Building

at My Eye Level

10:13am

I had thought I might seek

Pastor Lavender

in desperation

but My Days of Desperation

are over–

I will seek Him

in My Happiness

eager to read

Darlene’s recommendation

of Jeremiah’s poetry

10:22am

If I Can Find

A Bible

(NO CLAP OF THUNDER)

THE HAWK WEST WINDOW 9:32pm

Today I Received

A Friend from Shelburne

Whose Voice of God

Directed Her

To Come See Me

She Is Back In My Life

Complete With God

Within Her — I Trust Her

She Is My New Friend

9:38

I See The Crescent Moon

tonight, setting

Outside My West Desk Window

9:40

I Have Never Watched The Crescent Set

6:15pm

A Canadian Maple Leaf

is A Star

RED STAR

undulating

Above The Blue Horizon

ON MY WAY TO THE MAIL BOX

In My School, Valley Cottage

I Swang on d’ Swings

w’ Mark Brown & Philip Duncan

& Louis Jordan

dey were Black Boys

dey were My Frens

d’ Black Girls

Rang Roun’ Me

dey Shuvved Me

dey Beat Me Up

THE HAWK DECK 11:25 am

Sitting on My Deck

In My Red Deck Chair

I Have The Sheets on The Line

& The World in My Lap

I Can Hear The Surf

& See The Blue Horizon

Hazed Over

Like My Open Globe