Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: childhood

THE WORLD NOW

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:11pm

The Bugs Know

I was that Young Woman

out on The Most Visible Rooftop

in The World

The Bugs Know

I had Something to say

They, The Bugs

know why I wore White

to match The Giant Canvas

The Shroud

The Bugs Know

why I dressed

in colours to match

My Painting

My Message

of Our Continuing Existence

seen from above

The Bugs Know

why It all went Black

when I signed My Name

in 3-foot-high letters

and pressed-leather heels

to attend a party

in My Honour

with My Hair hanging loose

and My Mother’s Crystals

around My Neck

The Bugs Know

why nearly Everyone there

felt uncomfortable

The Bugs Know

why I am here

to make The World uncomfortable

to make It itch

with The Paradigm Shift

We’re in —

The Shift from White

to Black

from Innocence

to Old Age

The Bugs Know

I Am Still Alive

to make The World See Itself

Commune

SILVER LIE-SENSE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:38pm

There once was A Girl

for Whom all She touched

turned to Silver

She lived in a Silver House

with Her Mother

and Five Cats

(The Cats weren’t Silver)

— there was a Silver Statue

of Her Mother after The Mother

died

& The Girl kept It

under Her Silver Bed

She had Friends come over

but would not touch Them

unless They wanted to be Silver too

One Day She met A Little Man

down a mossy lane

and The Little Man touched Her

by mistakei

He instantly turned

to Silver

and ran away

without even telling The Girl

His Name

ELIZA 2

The Hawk Window Seat 10:55am

Gub Plays Her Guitar

& Sings In My Cathedral

I Am Completed

“CHICK-A-DEE”

The Hawk Deck 11:34am

The Chick-a-dee calls Me

away from My Self

to The Time of My Mother

when My Mother fed Them

& Me

in Valley Cottage

& called to Them

“Chick-a-dee-dee

Chick-a-dee-dee”

Here on The Hawk

Those Little Birds

take Me back

to when I was A Little Girl

raised by a single mother

in My First Real Home

My Real Home Now

is here on The Hawk

Fifty Years Later

where I listen

to The Chick-a-dees

of My Choosing

SONG FOR MOTHER & DAUGHTER

August 6th,The Hawk Window Seat 11:07am

This Morning I Stood

At The Sliding Glass Door

Listening To The Waves

& The Insistence Of A Chickadee

But I Was Pulled Away

By The Concerns Of My Daughter

Making Her Way To College

August 7th, The Hawk Window Seat 11:04am

Last Night I Scared Eliza

Trying To Describe Our Shift

To The Left, To The East

Picturing My Self Standing

In The Atlantic

Facing South

With The West To My Right

The East To My Left

& The Mona Lisa

Has A Surprise

Under Her Left Hand

 

 

 

 

 

 

MICHAELA & CHARLOTTE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:02pm

Two Little Girls, My Nieces

have added more Stars

to My House

tracking up My Stairs

from The Beach

for Me to sweep up

& turn Them into

My Galactic Palm

GORILLA WOMAN

The Hawk Basement 1:00pm

Last night I dreamt

of a Gorilla Woman

Who could not speak

being “cared for” by a man

Who had fathered two young girls

by another woman

and The Gorilla Woman

was Their Foster Mother —

first Her Face was a Gorilla Face

then She turned into An Old Human

wearing Old Lady Clothes

I’ve Seen Another Galaxy

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:22pm

I’ve seen another Galaxy

end-on in the crumb-laden

line of frosting off a piece

of Carrot Cake —

contained in a clear plastic box

I held

with My Barbie-Band-Aided fingers

from when I sliced My Left Index

& where Astro scratched

My Pinkie

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

MY BACKYARD

The Hawk Deck 1:25pm

I have moved away

from My Childhood

into the backyard

of Maturity

where birds occupy My Attention

& a southerly breeze ruffles the hedge

behind My House

I look to The Sea

while The Indoor Cat

— an older one —

briefly visits