Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: existence

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?

 

MY TOMATO-COLOURED COUCH

3:45pm

Southerly Surf resonates

in My Blood —

I’m composed of 50 Trillion Cells

or more —

How many of Them are My Blood

activated

by Each Surge of Sound

moving through Me

moving My Pen

as I sit with Knees up

on The Armless End

of My Tomato-coloured Couch?

THE HAWK KITCHEN 3:00pm

I just killed A Fly

on a ceramic apple tile

in My Kitchen

He was just washing His Front Legs

& I smashed Him

with My Open Left Fist

I picked Him up

from behind the toaster

& threw Him in The Trash —

He wasn’t delivering

any Alien Messages —

not Today anyway

OBSERVATION

The Hawk Deck 1:38 pm

All That I Have Lived For

Adds Up To This Moment

I Have Lost Nothing

The Clouds Progress From West To East

I Am In My Hour —

My Hour Of Refinement

RESTORATIVE VISION

The Hawk Living Room 12:15 pm

I have had an undulating vision —

a purple cave-like opening

dressed in Golden Fray

This moving Mountain-like form

contained not the thought

of The Little Man

but His Essence 

It pulsated at Me

slowly

pushing from behind My Eyes

& returned Him

to Me

ANXIETY

We have One Cat

Who Catches Birds

It Breaks My Heart

Every Time I Pick One Up

Off The Deck

headless or legless

to throw down The Toilet

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?

SUNDAY MORNING

The Hawk Deck 8:40am

The Morning Sky is Silver

as I heed the wealth

of My Surroundings

The Surf is shushing Me again

while My Teacup steeps

My Husband sleeps

I assess the coolness of The Wind

9:40am

The Surf is Louder Now

It Wakes Me Up

To The Silver Streaks & Pools

across The Ocean

My Husband is Up

& We’re Having Coffee

11:40am

A Pair of Jays have come

to The Straggly Apple by The Deck

Others Join Them

so I have My Flock of Jays

Who squawk out My Growing Up

as They All fly off:

“You are in The Childhood

of Your Maturity

Here On The Hawk”

WHAT IS MY PREMISE?

Did God create The Dragonfly

to fly out of nymph-hood Today

of All Days?

Or has The Dragonfly created Itself

over eons

to emerge from arbitrary randomness?

I have been answered

by swarms of midges

screaming out to Me

for recognition