Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: black

CLEANING

The Hawk West Desk Window 12:15pm

Two Jehovah’s Witnesses

knocked on My Side Door

while I was mopping upstairs

& tried to get Me

to believe in Satan

but I would have none of it:

“I give The Devil no credence”

They said, “So You believe Mankind is responsible

for all the bad things?”

I said, “In part, but I believe

in The Reconciliation of Opposites”

“What’s That?”

I told Them I wanted to get back

to My Cleaning

OUT OF THE SHOWER

The Hawk West Desk Window 12:17pm

I Have Seen The Universe

Swirled In The Accidental Toe Print

Of Our White Cloth Bath Mat

In Eliza’s Shower

& When I Stepped Upon It

I Unintentionally Drew Out The Pin Wheel Form

To Leave

A Mere Trace

Of Our Grandest

Design

BACK TO BLACK?

The Hawk Deck 3:30pm

I’m breathing New Life

into Black

out on My Laundry Line:

a solitary long black sweater

— short sleeved —

$1.25 @ The Salvation Army

to go with My New Travelling Outfit

for Our Air Plane Ride

out to Vancouver

RAID

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:22pm

In Memory Of All The Flies

Who Died When I Sprayed

Their Cranny

Over My Storm Door —

In Memory Of All Those

Times I Let You Out

Carefully Lowering The Glass Panel

On The Screen

To Ease You Down Without Harm —

I Have Had To Sweep Off

Your Carcasses

From My Step

& Hope I Never See Your Brothers

LIGHT HOUSE KEEPING

The Hawk Deck 3:11pm

Mrs Blair stepped out

the door to Her Portico

dressed in Her Warm Silver Negligee

at three o’clock in the afternoon

to complete Her Task

of Light House Keeping

by patting out Her Purple Dust Glove

just as A White Pick-up Truck

drove into view

All That I Have Lived For

The Hawk Deck 7:47pm

All That I Have Lived For

Is Wrapped Up In This Moment

As I Am Wrapped In My Heavy Grey Bathrobe

With The Spears Of Light Forever Above Me

And All Down Around Me

How Have I Gotten This Far?

Through A Child’s Adoration Of A Pair

Of Love Birds To A Mother’s Love

Of Her Dearest 2.4’s

The Evening Light Is Upon The East

Illuminating The Scrub Spruce Forest

And I Have Come This Far

FOCUS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:55pm

I am an attention-seeker

— getter —

I get what I want

because I keep It in focus

It’s not a matter of luck

— I hate that word —

It’s A Matter Of Mind

POWER 2

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:17pm

I Am Writing

With My Black & Silver Pen

In A New Book

Of Black, Power

Black

Like The Hurricane

Approaching Tonight

From The Eastern Seaboard

Of The United States

I Sit In My Wrought Iron Chair

& See Only Fog

No 150 km/hr Gusts Yet

Spiralling Into Our House

But I Am Nervous:

Where Is Self Organizing Galaxy?

On The Minds

Of Thousands —

Soon To Be Millions?

VENUSIAN

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:22pm

I stepped out of My Cheap Grey Capris

onto The Shores Of The New World —

in My Wake are carried The Multitudes

in My Reach The Hands Of Men

I’ve known, and will know

as I live My Life-long Pursuit

across That Breadth Of Existence

to which I have been birthed

At The End Of My Journal

The Hawk West Desk Window 6:34pm

My Famous Shower Of Lights

was not blinding

Its Radiant Spears

Snapped Me To Attention

and Made Me See

For An Eternity