Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Dr David Hamilton Wilson

THE HAWK WEST DESK WINDOW 12:45pm

You knew I would write

something festering

for today

I’m dressed like The Athletic Witch that I am:

black kicks, black capris. black underwear

grey knit zip-up running top

white bra, white socks

with two loads of laundry out on the line

first Dark, then Light

and I Got My Period

THE HAWK WEST DESK WINDOW 6:45pm

What Was It I Was Thinking

In The 3rd Grade

when I learned what Day Dreaming meant?

“Joanna,” said Mrs. Marshall

“Stop Day Dreaming”

Was I Looking Out

A West Window?

FORTIFICATION

The Hawk Portico 5:24pm

The Waves are brusque tonight

& the sky is grey

I’m on My Second Beer

after a day of recovering from “My Spell”

in-which I lost My Decisiveness

& other people had to plan for Me

I am not altogether comfortable in These States

luckily They don’t happen often

but They can & do

in the unlikeliest of places

like Sobey’s

or some other zoo

I freeze up

not knowing what to think

or My Thinking’s Hung

temporarily shut down —

the only fortification I respond to

is the Kindness of Others

& I have always been met with Kindness

BARRINGTON PASSAGE 11:11am

My Search

for a break away cat collar

has landed Me Here

in The Offices of My Husband

& Dr Manel Premachandra

where His Kind Secretary

said She could order on line

I’ve drunk one Boost

& taken two Ativan

I HAVE A REVERENCE FOR LIFE

MEASUREMENT

Gold is like The Sun

Silver like The Moon

How They’ll Rise Together

We shall see so soon

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?

 

TRANS PONDER 22

The Hawk Deck 9:00am

I See A Spider Web

Side On

It Is Galactic

The Spider In The Centre

Is Female

n’est ce pas?

EMPHATIC STATEMENT

The Hawk Deck 2:22pm

What will happen with anything?

What will happen with

My One Surviving Manuscript

in My Father’s Widow’s House

in Vermont —

if It’s even There?

There’s a 6′ x 8′ painting There too

folded up, maybe in a file drawer

& I want It back

How will These Items

ever be returned?

They may have no monetary value

now

but I believe

The Manuscript at least

plays a part

in the unfolding

of Our Future

AWAKE!

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:09pm

I don’t need a man

to elevate My Scripture —

It’s High Enough Already!

I don’t need a man to walk

beside Me, or behind Me with a placard

My Voice Is My Placard

I don’t need a man to go with Me

to conferences and speeches —

I’ll take My Girlfriends

I don’t need a little man

I have My Husband

& He is Big Enough, Big Time

My Love Will Fuel My Message

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