Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: existence

HOW TO STACK A POEM

June 4, 2013 The Hawk West Desk Window 10:30pm

I Have Three Regrets:

Self Organizing Galaxy

ended up buried

& capped

in The Orangetown Dump

in Rockland County, New York

–

Five Copies

of My 364-page Manuscript Monument

to The Death of My Mother

ended up shredded

and put out by

the side of the road

here on The Hawk

–

The Third

was of My Body

and doesn’t fall within

This Category of Art

but the regret I feel

for this death

will never be acceptable

–

How Different Would My Life Have Been —

How Different From The Comparative Perfection

In Which It Is Lived NOW?

BONUM NON EST IN DEO:

On the Indistinction of the One and the

Exclusion of the Good in Meister Eckhart

“I Am The Child —

Big Black Book Upon My Lap

A Smattering Of The Universe

Bespotting This Page

Of Lights

From My Diamond Rings”

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:47pm

A Yellow Bird Told Me To Write This

The Hawk Deck 11:25pm

I Am God

And From God

I Am Not Separate

From The Tiny Wing-ed Bug

On My White Sleeve

THIS MORNING

The West Desk Window 9:11am

I kissed My Doctor/Husband good-bye

This Morning

for His 13-hour shift —

when He got out of His Bath

He said This Month makes

50 Years

ASSOCIATION

The Hawk West Desk Window 2:40pm

We get into our vehicular shells

& have no idea

Who might happen to see Us

& be affected by the colour

or shape

of what We’re driving

or by Who’s at The Wheel

MAY 31st 1987

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm

I married Him under apple boughs

on The Island of My Mother

and when She died

six years later

I would love another

–

I went to see Our Marital House

to see Eliza there

to deliver dishcloths

She was wanting

to see how She had cared

enough to put a sprig of apple

in a bottle neck deep and red

It glowed upon a kitchen sill

I have nothing left to dread

no more hurting husbands

no more dying pets

I am free now

in My Life

even to forget

RECTITUDE

The Hawk Deck 9:32am

I have seen The Little Grey & Yellow Bird

open Its Beak, twice,

to sing Its Morning Tune

to fly away

& return

to chirp again

and so all is right

in My World

My Painting will lead The Way

to The Global Stabilization

We are awaiting

in Our Hearts

& Mind

WHAT MIGHT SHE HAVE SEEN?

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:15pm

I do not wonder at My Father’s Death —

how It was for Him

as I wonder at My Mother’s

My Father may have been asleep —

He died in the night

as far as I know

but My Mother was wide, wide

awake

& blazed Her Eyes open

except for one torturous blink

which opened back up

in Her Last Guttural Heave

ATLANTIC

The Tomato-coloured Couch 12:15pm

This Morning My Daughter reported waking

to the song of multitudinous bird-life

the dehumidifier tray was full

but She had no hot water

in The Atlantic House —

My First Marital Home

with Eliza’s Father

Who picked the colours

& built an addition

complete with screened-in porch

off Our New Bedroom

I sat out there in the shelter of the screens

in My Post-Mother’s-Death Depression

& wondered, along with everyone else,

why I was not happy

STRING THEORY

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:10am

I have witnessed The Mad Attraction

between two particles of hair-like house dust

on the black screen of My Daughter’s Cell Phone:

on The Left was posited a “crinkly” piece —

to Its Right a “straight ” one

I moved My Left Finger to wipe The Pair off

when They Sprung to Life

& Connected

end to end

tip to tip