Today I Received
A Friend from Shelburne
Whose Voice of God
Directed Her
To Come See Me
She Is Back In My Life
Complete With God
Within Her — I Trust Her
She Is My New Friend
9:38
I See The Crescent Moon
tonight, setting
Outside My West Desk Window
9:40
I Have Never Watched The Crescent Set
Mrs Blair eats
Her rib-splitting bowl of spaghetti
while awaiting the return
of Dr Blair
and imagines Her Self
attending The Outdoor Concert
of all women singers
in Lockeport, Nova Scotia
next weekend
A Canadian Maple Leaf
is A Star
RED STAR
undulating
Above The Blue Horizon
Sitting on My Deck
In My Red Deck Chair
I Have The Sheets on The Line
& The World in My Lap
I Can Hear The Surf
& See The Blue Horizon
Hazed Over
Like My Open Globe
Today is Hot for Nova Scotia
–I know It and You know It–
I’m not making more of It
when a humid trip to get the mail
presents The Ethereal Delight:
A Pair of American Gold Finches
splashing, dipping & shaking off
Together in a roadside puddle
My Graffiti Years
may have begun
when I was a hospital patient
supposedly recovering at home
while My Father visited
& drove Me scheming
to emblazon each of The Town’s public mirrors
with one Gold Emblem
each with the word “God” inscribed
to describe the reflected viewer
Maybe I Should I Have Used Silver Stickers?
put on Your Tattoo Sweater, Black
fix Yourself an Ice Coffee
–a tall one–
sit on Your Back Deck
with the dishwasher going
& eggplant parmigiana in the oven
Open Your Journal
Aim Your Silver Pen
write
between
his puny
eyes
I Am Goldy Locks
eating @ My Glass Table
eating bananas & cereal
before donning My Glass Slippers
to trip about to find My Prince
(He’s Around Here Somewhere)
& I Won’t Grow Up
or If I Grow Up
I Have The Option
of reclining, ready
In My Glass Coffin
built by 7 Dwarves (Humours)
3 Bears (Instinct)
& 1 Fairy God Mother
(Atheist In Disguise)
It’s The Aliens
Who Define Us
as Humans
& It Is Humans
Who Define Us
as God
Joanna Gilman Hyde 