Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Dr W Hunter Blair

SNUG AS A BUG IN A RUG

January 29th The 103 7:49am

I have to be very grown up

this is what grown-ups do

They go to Operations

11:15am Queen Elizabeth II (Old VG) Halifax

“See Ya” rings out cheerily

in the halls

12:45pm

I wait, rest, in a room

thematically named “Beach”

Hunter was taken away @ 12:15

an hour & 45 minutes before scheduled

I wait to hear a “start time”

1:56pm

I am waiting for a “start time”

has the surgery started yet?

(note: shortly after writing this I was told

the “Cut Time” was 1:30

and was given a 3 hour “window”)

I see, for the first time,

10:22 is Really 22:22

on the 24 hour clock

(to spell it out for everybody)

It’s very loud around here — there’s

actually raucous laughter across

the hall

luckily I am the only person in this

“Beach Room”

(note:  one woman came in with reminiscences

of a trip through the Caribbean and described

how She would have jumped ship into the open arms

of a big black woman in the surf, who had a smile

as big as She was) 

2:30pm

(note: checked into The Lord Nelson)

3:00pm

(note: cell phone call from surgeon:

“Mrs Blair — I’m calling to say 

the operation went very well

Your Husband will be in Recovery

about two hours”)

(note: made phone calls to friends and relatives

had to find out Hunter’s Private Isolation Room

and visited Him there for a couple of hours

where the door was kept open and I was allowed

ungowned

though Hunter was a suspected MRSA* carrier

Hunter seemed wonderful — five abdominal incisions

for laparoscopy to fix a hernia and esophagus)

9:27pm The Lord Nelson Victory Arms Pub

I’m drinking Keith’s On Tap

& about to order a club

& Greek salad

The Waiter said

“You’re not from around here

are You”

*Methicillin Resistant Staphylococcus Aurius 

also known as The Super Bug

BLACK on BLACK on BLACK

The Hawk Kitchen 7:30pm

I Am That Woman

ready to go to War/Love

dressed fiercely in Black

PROCLAMATION

The Hawk Kitchen 8:22pm

In This Black Book

I Write

M(EYE) Proclamation:

I

Am

The

Church

M(EYE)

Body

Is

M(EYE)

Steeple

M(EYE)

Body

Is

M(EYE)

Mind

M(EYE)

Church

Is

M(EYE)

Mind

Standing

for Freedom

from Entrapment

Freedom

To Fart

Like Every Human Being

I Carry

an English Dictionary

for reference

& not for instruction

I attempt to guide

I have to eat

M(EYE) Supper

Now

P.S.

I have to name M(EYE) Church:

The Joanna Hyde Pass Gas Chapel

I Drink The Golden Fluid

The Hawk Kitchen 6:16pm

I Drink The Golden Fluid

of My Beer

in My Concept 2 Drinking

Glass

& I feel, feel, feel

I feel

for Everyone

trapped

by illness

or made-up labels

People in prisons

I feel for My World

I feel for My Planet

I feel for

My

Self’s

Capacity

 

GAME OVER

The Hawk Kitchen 3:25pm

I have written My Self

into a corner

I have consumed a whole bowl

of Pop Corn

& taken My Ball, My Cap Gun

& My Dolly

home

I am The Petulant Child

Who’s eaten all Her Cookies & Milk

and left without thanking

The Mommy

DECODING METAPHOR*

The Hawk Kitchen 9:40am

That Dancerina Doll

was My Body Type

That Was Me

spinning in a little girl’s bedroom

on TV

spinning out on a rooftop

at The WTC

age 23

*title from WHB

FIGURE IN BLACK

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:22pm

If I’m gonna be A Super Hero

I gotta dress like One —

I’m a lil’ red blood cell

on The Highway down

to Hunter’s Operation —

I’m plannin’ My Outfit

for comfort & speed:

black leggins’, black socks n’ underwear

black kicks, black Tattoo sweater —

today I bought My New Black Bullet-proof Vest

black ankle boots w’ silver buckles

in case there’s snow —

I’ll be hidin’ My Red

in those bleak corridors

& waitin’ room

SHIFT

The Hawk West Desk Window 1:22pm

This Morning when I rose from Bed

H’s Black Tablet Stopped Me

Dead in My Tracks

Stopped My Anxiety-making

pre-rising thoughts

of H’s upcoming operation

Stopped Me as I held The Black Screen in My Right Hand:

9:11

in white

I AM YOUR BLACK SWAN

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:00pm

I Am Your Black Swan

flying off a nostalgic rooftop

into fields of civility —

My Feathers Ruffle

at The Strife of Humanity’s

changeover

from Man’s World — Man’s God

into

Woman’s

COVER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:33pm

I operate under cover:

Divine Grace follows Me

in & out of stores, banks, traffic jams

I elect Confluence Of Stars

To Save My Every Move

from disaster