Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Dr David Hamilton Wilson

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

MYTH?

The Hawk West Desk Window 12:22pm

So This Is Nova Scotia

I’ve woken up in The Land of Dreams

to find I no longer belong

I have arrived at My Life’s Destination

& The Jays are telling Me

“Go Back, Go Back”

“What do You want to be

when You grow up?”

“I want to be a ballet dancer 

but I’ll probably be an artist”

I hold on tight to My Black Cat Astro

replacement for a beloved Tom

Who was the first creature

I ever grieved over

before My Mother Died

& I fell in love

with The Scripted Little Man

Who’s stayed with Me

in My Mind & Heart

for nearly 20 years

I must go back

to the capable kid I was

with paper route

and baby-sitting jobs

who knew She would be An Artist

Who was An Artist

painting giant canvases

& wowing art teachers

at Cooper Union

— if She could make it there

She could make it anywhere —

but She can’t go back

only forward

without the encumbrances

of Her Mother’s Estate

& The Doctor She Lives With

in a marriage based on His Reality

 

MY DOCTOR/HUSBAND

The Hawk Tomato-coloured Couch 6:24pm

I have A Doctor for A Husband

His Name is Dr Blair

He’s away from Me when He’s with His Patients

I was once a patient there

He has Silver Hair

& bionic teeth

He supports Me in all I do

when We’re together

all is fine

I know He’ll see Me through

In His Office

when He’s away

I’m reluctant to call Him there

when He’s at home

He’s a different man

He is in My Care

 

SITUATED

The Hawk Living Room 5:23pm

I am situated in A House

by The Open Ocean

A House with sky lights

shooting beams across My Crow Painting

in a cathedral ceilinged Living Room

— the room I lived in before This One

was cathedral ceilinged too

& accommodated

The Shower of Silver Lights

— but I wasn’t going to get into that —

I was going to write

about My Open Window

next to My Tomato-coloured Couch

where I lie here

to take naps

& not to be preoccupied

by saintly hallucinations

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

THIS MORNING

The Hawk Kitchen 11:30am

This Morning I lay on My Back

in The New Dentist’s Chair

& looked up to see My Future

emblazoned on The Ceiling:

The Flashes

The Split Seconds

i-dent-i-fied Me

& I had on My Bulletproof Vest

not like The Twilight Star

in red brocade

5:40pm

I am seeing The Trees

The Scrub Spruce

through The Memory

of The Shower of Lights

I am seeing My Reality

My Sanctuary

through The Emblazonment

of Divinity

through My Sense of Self

through My God

augmenting

The Birds, The Waves

The Fog

THE HAWK RED DECK CHAIR

3:42pm

Light fog has been heated up

by hurricanes Leslie and Michael

as I listen to My Southerly Surf

with an intermittent skill saw

I hope stops going

I’ve applied The 1st Coat

of Silver Nail Polish

to both sets of Fingers

here in My Red Deck Chair

on a Sunday Afternoon

2 days before The Exact Anniversary

now I’ll apply The 2nd

AN INELEGANT VERSE

The Hawk Deck Steps 2:10pm

It’s in The Water

I drink

Which grows Algae

in The Toilets

but doesn’t make Me sick

It’s in The Water

in motion against

The Shore

Which I can’t live without —

without It I’d be sick —

It’s in The Water

from The Sky

without It We’d

All Die

MESSAGE

The Hawk Deck 12:18pm

They Spoke To Me

Last Night In Near Sleep

“We Can Help You”

& Signalled Me Through

My Mouth

The Hawk Hallway 12:32pm

Was It An Infusion Of Bugs

In My Body

Using One Remaining Sense —

My Sense Of Taste?