Joanna Gilman Hyde

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GUIDANCE

The Hawk Portico NOON

Today I began reading a Baptist Tract on Sin & Salvation

inside the top of a boxed offering of baked goods

— a man brought the box to My Side Door

saying “It’s for Dr Blair — we’re giving them out

to people over seventy”

As I sat on My Portico in My Bathrobe

I looked at The Tract

The seven minutes it will take you to

read this message could be the most

valuable time you will ever spend

I read to the part where Everyone’s a Sinner

& a huge military (Fisheries?) jet buzzed

around the corner of My House

I looked up to The Aircraft until it was gone

& put The Tract back in Its food box

I made another cup of tea

I came out again to sit in The Sun

& hesitantly picked up The Tract

to read about Hell & Damnation

but The Plane came roaring again

My Hands went together

I crumpled up My Seven Most Valuable Minutes

into a snowball

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE THIS WORLD?

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:45pm

We’re Not Sick

We’re misguided, falsely & uselessly labelled

We’ve come as far as We can go

in Today’s Society

We’ve got to go back —

resurrect ancient systems, global, financial, medical, social

which are proven to work in Their Times

Globalize Our History

We cannot rely on Aliens

to Show Us The Future

There Is NO Future —

There Is Only Now

Our Greatest Wealth

is what Makes Us:

Our Humanity

We cannot even rely on God —

God is ambiguous

It Is Our Person-hood — Our Innate Intelligence

Our Individuality

We Know Best

We zzzzzzzzzmust rely

on uzzzzzzzz

to

  SAVE US NOW

before ITZZZZZZZZZ toooooooooo LLLLLLLLATE

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE A CHILD?

The Hawk West Desk Window 2:00pm

For The Unborn

For Babies

For Toddlers

For Elementary School Students

For Teens

For Young Adults:

To be A Child means being loved unconditionally

Safely guided & nurtured by the source(s) of That Love

until independence —

But The Love Never Stops

Note:  I was prompted to write this because I saw a diamond shape reflected before Me at the foot of my bed.  I didn’t know what it was until I moved my right arm and saw that the shape was created by a reflection from the band of My Ladies Bulova Open Heart Watch.

THE HAWK QUEEN BED 11:55am

If I could say anything right now

anything I wanted — what

would It be?

The House is buffeted by a rainstorm

I Am Cosy In My Bed

(to use a phrase of WHB’s)

with tea beside Me

I Am Free

The Anti-Christmas Poems

are over

The Shooting Victims are being mourned

I Am Free

I Am Free To Love

& harbour no known hatred

I Am Free To Love

My Daughter, My Son, My Husband

My House, My Cats, My Country

My World, My Life

I Am Free To Love

My Spiritual Partner

& Believe Me — I HAVE ONE

SIGNAL

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:10pm

A Silver Star-spark just crossed My View

as I sat at the computer screen

— passed across My Field of Vision

diagonally from left to right

trailing a dark path

alerting Me

to read

“God Has Called Them All Home”

JOANNA’S CHRISTMAS LIST

The West Desk Window 2:45pm

Sometimes a Candy Cane

is not just a Candy Cane.

HO HO HO is backwards.

What can you think of that’s snowy white

& feels like a weather bomb?

What’s an empty, limp stocking

which miraculously gets filled?

The colour red means stop —

green means go.

What’s a triangular fir tree

next to  an open hearth —

and where does that chimney go anyway?

A Christmas Wreath, a broken circle, represents a fertilized egg.

A baby in a manger —

Jesus was born on the wrong side of the tracks.

SANTATOWN

The Tomato-coloured Couch 11:11am

The President of The United States

read The List

The Roll Call

of names like

Jessica, Caroline

Noah, Jack & Madeline

He capped His Speech

with The Twenty Children

Who won’t be

on Santa’s List

ever again —

through the violent actions of an unknown gunman

They have been spared

Santa’s meddling hand

Santa’s sly whispers

spared from a society’s — what?

blind celebration?

from Society Itself?

 

HAVEN

The Hawk Hallway 5:10pm

Why turn to an opalescent sky

for the answer to Our Eternal Question

WHY?

Why renounce My American Citizenship

fearful of being found out

as a culprit of 911

as a proud New Canadian since 1995

living in Peace & Security

with no plans to go back

to visit friends & relatives

in The Beleaguered US of A?

Why watch CNN

to see Obama

commiserate

with the survivors

of fallen children?

Why live next door

to a massive giant

of woe & destruction

for the sake of a spit of sand

where I may walk in private?

Why?

Because I ended up here —

is it that simple?

Because I had The Dream

of “Being A Famous Artist

Living In Nova Scotia”

where now I am tied

to My Property

Progeny

One or Two Husbands —

where is My Dream taking Me Now?

It’s A Haven

With Glass Walls

MY HOUSECLEANING POEM

The Hawk Kitchen Noon

I take off My Quartz Crystal Question Mark Ring

to put on a dusting mitt for The Staircase

— the only part of The House I dust

with any regularity —

& contemplate The Particles

thereupon:

The Cat Hairs mingled with unidentifiable fibres

small elements of organic matter — probably off shoes

The Shallow White Film attributable to dead skin cells

accumulating

as I sweep down Twelve Red Steps

whereupon

lost I become in A Cosmos

of underhanded

trickery

knowing I will repeat the process

ad infinitum

CLUE

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:38pm

I am wearing My Pro-Life Underwear

The Pair Jim Chandler* couldn’t guess

the colour of

when My Views were over 750

–They’re over 1,800 Tonight —

I have written to DHW

“I no longer see My Progeny

as Children”

* Child Psychiatrist