Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: black

“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

THAT WAS THAT

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:00pm

Tonight I saw a Nebula

of cat hair against a mat

black by the front door

with a Crescent Moon

of shedded cat claw

among the detritus of outdoors

tracked in

and as I contemplated from above

My Spectacle of Space

a fat cat came along

and sat

and sat

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

ON A CLEAR DAY

The Hawk Dining Room 12:18pm

Why do I feel so much better?

is the same question as

Why do I feel so terrible?

There is no one answer for either

so I will revel in My Contentedness

and dismiss the recollection

of Darker Days

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?