Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: clouds

Early Morning Moon

Eye watched The Moon

escape The Clouds —

the veil of its delicate

clip

to be released

above My Bowl of pink

and gold beneath

the accent of its reach —

only to disappear amidst

the haze of upper

streak

RESTORATION

Eliza’s Room 9:1pm

 

From the kitchen

there’s a pink cloud over

The Scraggly Apple

and from upstairs

in Eliza’s Room

The Same Pink Cloud

is stretched along the beach

beyond the wooded scrub spruce

in preparation

for My Good-Night

 

GREETING

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:55pm

The Moon said Hello

to Me as soon as I looked

He lit up My Clouds

NEW LIGHT

The Hawk Outpost 8:06am

A New Day is upon Us

and A New Year

bespoken by the clouds

rippling above a line

of peach

telling Us We’re in

The Clear

SILVER SKY

The Hawk Outpost 10:40pm

Oh How I Love

My Silver Sky

Layer Upon Layer

Of Molten Cloud

Out Over The Ocean —

But This Sky

Is So Great

The Ocean Acts

As A Liquid Foundation

To The Marvel Of The Heights

PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE

The Hawk Kitchen 5:00pm

I Pledge Allegiance

To One Fat Cloud

Watched Out My Kitchen Window

Until It Shrinks From A Golden Swath

Into A Fluff Of Grey

and I lose it

HERE

The Hawk Corner Room 3:53pm

I was That Pouty Child

stomping Her Left Foot

when She couldn’t see

G-O-D written in The Sky

Forty-five years later I am

looking at The Clouds

billowing behind streams of flurries

out over The Ocean

when the notion of God

is no longer literal

THE HAWK DECK 5:22pm

The Call of The Jay

is of My Childhood

but Here It Comes

with A View of The Atlantic

I have angled My Chair

to fit This Ocean:

a solid blue swath

merging with spruce

punctuated with birds

& topped by cumulus cloud

THE HAWK KITCHEN 9:57pm

I see The Pink Cloud

that spawned Me

easing its way over

the salty horizon

Oh — now it’s grey

& I’m in The Latter Half

of My Existence

here on Earth

where I can log

Self Organizing Galaxy

& watch

The Sky