The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:22pm
There is Divine Logic
in All that happens
& It wouldn’t happen
otherwise
The Hawk Dining Room 6:22pm
I Am Setting The Table
for 2
coming out of disaster
to abide Together
after the flack & flap
subside —
I Am Setting The Table
for The Feast Of Love
& no one is invited —
or is The World?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:25pm
To Dr David Hamilton Wilson
over the telephone from My Hospital Room
by His prescription:
“I have so many thoughts coming in —
even one for a new religion
based on The Joanna Hyde School of Thought:
Believe In Your Self FIRST
THEN Believe In God”
“Some People will accept
Your Ideas
Some People Won’t”
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
Barrington Passage 1:16pm
I’ve walked across
My First Fall Leaves
upside down, the leaves
not Me
Oh — not Me — I have
all the tools at My Reach
for The Greatest, Grandest
entry of All —
I have The Seasons
set before Me:
beginning with Autumn
when I laid out My Canvas
on Michael Jackson’s birthday
when I signed My Name on October 10th
when I moved to Nova Scotia
and had My 2.4 Children —
Oh I was happy
until My Mother Died
but then, even then
I had the shock of newness
in The Shower Of Lights
to ponder, to confound everyone
around Me
to culminate in October
the month of My Baby Girl
to release My Self
inside the reassuring caress
of The Littlest Man
to Whom I have linked My Self
in My Mind
for every last season of Fall
Joanna Gilman Hyde 