Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: existence

CONCERN

The Hawk Deck 10:05am

There may be only so much

I can write about birds

bird life & song

the lull of the waves

has made Me strong

but I must wait

for the outcome

of a medical concern

involving My Children’s Grandfather

TRICKY PLAY

The Hawk Kitchen 6:30pm

The Clouds Along The Eastern Horizon

are light, light cream and blue

with a darker bank, fog-like, above

Meanwhile, to The West

The Horizontal Clouds Are Dark Blue

with white, feathery banking

highlighted

by a hidden sun

I look from East To West

and  back again

and watch the tricky play of light

unfolding off

a day of rain

GULL SNAX

The Hawk West Desk Window 2:11pm

I just put a couple of month-and-a-half old

English Muffins

torn up, out for The Gulls

Who squawked & swooped upon the feed

immediately

getting bulges in Their Gullets 

while I got a pang

of wishing I had more —

Oh!  I do!

The Remainder of a loaf of Newfoundland Bread

which I dumped in the wet grass

but for some reason didn’t tear up the over-sized slices

& The Gulls had to compete with The Crows

Who could fly away with a whole piece

and not drop it

 

That Little Bird Again

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:00pm

I perceived The Little Yellow Bird again

in The Scraggly Apple

& He Tweeted — what did He Tweet to Me

before My Daughter called to ask

if I could find Her Horse Binder

(She’s trying to sell Her Horse)

Did That Little Yellow Bird Tell Me

He’s sick of all this New Age Shit

about feebleness conquering strength

about Our New Era

when “God” is (finally?) questioned

when Humanity is being examined

when The Global Financial Picture is a blur

— but still no answers —

nothing concrete

so came The Little Bird Tweet

MY GOD BODY

The Hawk West Window 1:02pm

Eating My Deli Turkey Sandwich

I realized

My Body tells Me what to do

It has authority over My Every Move

It tells Me when I need to eat

need to yawn

need to sigh

need to pee

It takes heed of all My Perceptions

& provides a whole range of Voodoo Pains

for Me to interpret

It tells Me when I need to sleep

It leads My Life

My Body is My Guide

& My God

(& nobody else’s)

TRANSHUMANIZATION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:10pm

Black Jesus & White Christ

drove, Black Jesus at the wheel

22 miles of Shelburne County

from Barrington to Shelburne

in Their Silver Silverado

to see a doctor there:

Dr Death

Who refused to let Them in

They did a Double Take

switched drivers & turned around

to drive 22 miles back to Barrington —

at The Nova Scotia Liquor Commission

They bought an 8-pack of LaBatt’s Blue

& drove to the bottom of Cape Sable Island

to The Hawk Beach

for a picnic

 

BLACK/WHITE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 11:44am

Black Jesus is now driving

a new white Silverado

I saw Him at The Clyde River Exit

& followed Him into Sobey’s in Barrington

where He parked

at The Yellow Sign On The Cart Corral:

In The Event Of Emergency Gather Here”

He parked in an assembly

of White Vehicles

while I walked into The Store

to get some Cat Food

& fruit for My Sick Daughter

GALACTIC CRAWL

The Hawk West Desk Window 6:15pm

When I Go To Sleep At Night

 I Think Of All Of Humanity

Swarming Over The Globe

Half Of Them/Us

Asleep In Acres Of Bedding

Each Speck A World To Itself

Unique In Its Make-up

Unique In The Life It Lives

Like The Configurations Of Galaxies

In The Petri Dish

Of Our Universe

PSYCHIATRIC MEMORY UNREMEMBERED

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:42pm

an elderly blond nurse

put Me in My Pyjamas

from My Wedding Trousseau

and as She thought I had laid down 

to “settle”

I surprised Her

by popping up to declare:

“Wait A Minute –“

but what was that

I was thinking?

I didn’t say —

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