Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: death

THE HAWK KITCHEN 6:10pm

My Cat Astro

I Love So Much

hissed at Me today

when I manhandled Him

onto My Lap

I’ve never heard Him hiss before —

I will never treat Him

so brusquely again

I might get a tattoo

“PROLIFE”

on My Forehead —

of course I want The Cows to be happy

& The Rancher’s Mink to be beautiful

handled humanely

but We’ve got to have The Line

between Human

& Animal

THE HAWK FAMILY ROOM 2:22pm

I once stood before a window screened

with hardware cloth

in an institution

of not My Choosing

from an upper storey

I stood there as if

before a microphone

I called out

to imaginary Children below

to save Them from the water’s edge

to save The Gulls from extinction

QUESTIONS FROM THE TOMATO-COLOURED COUCH 8:15pm

What is The Necessity of an “Accident?”

If That Asteroid

hadn’t wiped out The Dinosaurs

65 million years ago

would Humanity

as We Know It

be crawling The Earth

Today?

Could this Progression happen Elsewhere?

THE HAWK BEDROOM 8:22am

Cami finally has on Her Collar

with A Bell

I drink My Morning Coffee

with Bird Hunting Gunfire

off The Cape

POST 222

The Hawk Living Room 2:26pm

Why try to rectify

the capture of another Bird

by Our collarless cat

The Huntress?

This one didn’t die

It was merely shocked

but in My upset

I saw what I had left:

the embodiment of My Depression

like a terrible wound

before I found happiness

in a healing World

of My Own

BOTTLE BLUE BUG

The Hawk Deck 1:45pm

Bottle Blue Bug

have You come

to visit Me?

Bottle Blue Bug

Where are You going?

What do You see?

Bottle Blue Bug

what makes You so bold?

Bottle Blue Bug

what TRUTH do You hold?

 

THE FISHERMAN’S VISION

He steamed out 24 hours

not planning on coming back

when He cut the engine

& sat astern

testing the water:

“It was real to Me

I witnessed It

& same time I’m puzzled by It

I don’t see any reason

I shouldn’t tell It —

Some People may see a UFO

maybe They did

I thought about painting It

It’s so well embedded in My Mind

They don’t have to look like a seagull —

They weren’t

They weren’t a sea hag

They were sort of angelic like

down on the outside —

similar to a glow

20 feet away

2 on top 1 on the bottom

sea hags don’t hover

They were trying to send Me a Message

delicate hair, like angel hair

Something I can’t explain

but It happened”

CRY

The Hawk Deck 9:42am

I HAVE A CRY

discouraging Me from My Walk

along the Barrington Bay Trail

preventing Me from shopping

at Sobey’s

I HAVE A CRY

like The Crow’s Cry

efficient, timely

but MY CRY IS CAWT

IN UTERO

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:24pm

This is No Nova Scotia

This is No Second Beer

on The Tomato-coloured Couch

before the steaks go under the broiler

This is having a distraught Husband

say nothing

because what is there to say?

He is not The Man

to Elevate My Scripture

He is not The Man

to follow along with a placard

He is not The Man

to film Me for a Youtube Channel

to travel with Me to My Speeches

He is not That Little Man

I claim to have loved

for twenty years or more

— He was the doctor who took care of Peak

in utero

— He is The Man I uttered four words to

and My World was born

ANNIVERSARY

The Hawk Kitchen 9:05am

I’m cashing in on 9/11

checking My 1,630 Views

on Self Organizing Galaxy

@ 9:11am

This Cloudless Tall Tuesday