Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Dr W Hunter Blair

MY SUN HAS SET

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:30pm

My Sun Has Set

A Thousand Suns Away

I Am Quiet

In My Heart

Leaning Towards The Grey

“This Has Gone On Long Enough”

The Hawk Deck 6:25pm

My Husband said these words today

as He is a participant

in My Fate

but maybe I can be just

an observer

now that My Husband

Who still loves Me

can carry the weight

of the past twenty years

YOUR HAND

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

Your Hand upon My Forearm

— My Left —

is like a caress of Gold

but Silver

I must have

The Light Of The Night

Let Me Go

into Tarnished Darkness

for I am certain

not to be alone

There

BEEF STROGANOFF

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:40pm

I saw My DVD today

& had a mild heart attack

–He was was with His Wife

I was with My Man

walking into Sobey’s

I turned around

& ran for the car

parked next to the sign

“In The Event of An Emergency

Gather Here”

My Husband had to drive Me home

a babbling basket case

possibly unable

to make

Beef Stroganoff

the ingredients of which

I bought in The Little Store

in Clark’s Harbour

 

WEDNESDAY’S CHILD

The Hawk Kitchen 11:40am

One Day This Week

I grew into A Giant

somewhere between

Prom on Saturday

& Graduation on Thursday —

It was Wednesday

I came out of The Bathroom

Naked

& felt My Shoulders Rise

My Chest Heave

My Legs Muscle Up —

I felt My Self Grow

like Alice In Wonderland

& climbed the stairs DOWN

to go tell Hunter:

“I’m A Giant —

I’m A Giant!”

I’m A Giant of A Mother

I’m A Giant of A Wife

I’m A Giant of A Lover

I’m A Giant of My Life

The Fog Is On The Prowl

The Hawk Family Room 8:30pm

Today I left My Grey Purse

in a shopping cart

at Sobey’s cart corral

which says

In The Event of An Emergency

Gather Here”

It could have been a bomb

but My Grey Purse was found

by a Do-Gooder

& returned, unopened, @2:22

for My Husband

to pick up

FATALITY INQUIRY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:33pm

I was eating My Canned Soup tonight

when I realized

I can’t just pick up the phone

& call My Brother Howard —

He’s Not There — Or Here

He was killed, accidentally

on a jail-house floor

five-and-a-half years ago

prompting The 3-year Hyde Inquiry

resulting in Our Two Copies

of The 460-page Judge’s Decision titled:

Report of The Fatality Inquiry

Into The Death Of Howard Hyde

shelved in Hunter’s New Library

SYNOPSIS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:22pm

I am a little girl

hair in braids

clutching My Tabby Cat

listening to My Mother

I am a self-sufficient teenager

riding My Bike

on My Paper Route

making My Teachers happy

wanting to be a helicopter pilot

an artist on the side

I am a young mother

homesteading with a handsome family man

approved of by My Mother

having Our Babies*

before & soon after Her Death

I am an “older” woman now

reviewing two marriages

children grown

houses changed with assorted cats

& somehow I am happy

not too far from My Own Mind

 

*one who was aborted on March 27, 1997

CAMI CAME BACK

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:00pm

Hunter had A Ginger Calico

disappear for 13 days

until today when She trotted

2lbs lighter, mewing

onto The Deck

into My Arms

from whence I pronounced A Miracle

& after eating

& revisiting Her Surroundings

The Prodigal Daughter went to sleep

in Her Cami Condo

WINDOWS ON THE WORLD

The Hawk Deck 11:35am

“We know that Two Planes

ran into The World Trade Center —

what else is true

We do not know”*

— overtaken by My Father

lumbering up the stairs

to My Shower

squishing used bars of soap together

His Noxema & Sensodyne

were not so innocent —

but That was only His Ghost

telling Me He was in cahoots

with The Muslims

in Riyadh

when He lived over there

for 25 years

before having lunch @ Windows On The World

with Guy Tozzoli & Me

where no mention whatsoever

was made of My

Galactic Bullseye

*quote from WHB