Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Dr W Hunter Blair

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

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

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?

 

FROM THE HAWK BED

Am I going to have to leave

The Island House

for one more winter?

There are still no buyers

spiders have taken over

Who will ever live out there?

–

 WHB just said, “You’re not in any place

where the bad things happened.”

–

 Will We keep The Island

in case the power goes out

here on The Hawk?

Will We load up Our Cans

& Sleeping Bags

& boat for The Solace

of That Place so loved

by My Mother

& Me?