Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: existence

Picking Up Shells In Africa

The Hawk Living Room 12:34pm

When I learned to walk

in Africa

I stooped over

& squatted

in The Sands of Gabon

to pick up spiral shells

to lift into

My Mother’s

View

 

VIEWING STATION

The Hawk Kitchen 12:28pm

My Kitchen is My

Viewing Station

through glass doors

& arched window

over the sink

I can see hawks

schools of tiny birds

like an aquarium

against an ever-changing

cloud-scape —

to the right

I have the delight

of The Kitchen Outpost

— a smaller window

facing My Enormous

Expanse

of salty shore line

ever-changing in the weather

of the sea

CHILD’S PLACE

The Hawk Outpost 5:00pm

I am wearing

the colours

of sea & sky

meshed with The Silver

in My Heart

& Mind

I am moving with the clouds

of mauve

in the late afternoon light

of My Retirement

from Babyhood

into The Child’s Place

of wonder

KRISTINE ZOODEDOO’S BIRTHDAY

The Hawk Kitchen 7:00pm

I See The Sphere

Of Our Universe

Swirling In Countless Forms

Of Loose Fat Globules

Inside A Big Black Frying Pan:

Hamburger Grease

And Tap Water

Don’t Mix —

They Create

UNIFORM CONTROL

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:40pm

I’ll have no truck

with nurses in purple pinafores

& black pants —

just let Me have

My Cats

My House

My Dreams

of a little brown elf

I will pluck

from these unsalted

waters

PRECIOUS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:53pm

Golden Light Fell

Across The Speckled Flank

Of Our Fancy Tabby

Who Died Today

While Holding My Hand

And Calling To Me

Through Unblinking Eyes

Of Black And Gold

A DAY OF DYING

The Hawk T.V. Room 12:38pm

I got enough sleep

Not The Sleep Of The Dead

still in My Pyjamas

She seems to want Me

close —

My Daughter’s Cat

I tell Her “It’s OK”

I pet Her “It’s All Right”

She gives a breathy mew

& lifts Her Head

to Live

ABBY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:41pm

Oh to be an Egyptian Tabby

dying on Her Mat of Gold

pampered to excess

until the last pet

sees Her through

to the next

A SUNDAY EVENING

The Hawk Window Seat 5:20pm

A Sunset scatters

Itself across

The Wildest Sky

w/ tiny outlines of Gold

along the bottomest of cloud

Eye hear The Wind Song along

the southern face of M(eye) House

& watch a neighbour’s weathervane

list in translation

A ROOM OF THREE GENERATIONS

Eliza’s Room 2:30pm

I live in a lavender room

where I have pulled up

the curtain against a backdrop

of rolling waves

and scrub spruce tree tops

above a painted chest

housing My Mother’s Childhood Diaries

I am sanctified

in My Daughter’s Room

where The Out-stretched Quilt

of rippling bands of purple

spreads  Itself beneath two walls

of My World Trade Center Rooftop Painting

titled Self Organizing Galaxy

and beneath My Signature

in three-foot-high letters

coloured Black