Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: existence

POWER

The Hawk Queen Bed 4:00am

Static Of The Sea

Wherein Does My Power Lie?

Static Of The Sea

THE PEEPER’S LAMENT

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:25pm

We’re down to one feeble

peeper

in The Muskrat Pond

Do all the rest

have mates?

Or having given up on His Own

is He calling over

to another

bog?

THIS IS MY LOVE

The Hawk Portico 2:22pm

This is what I should

be doing —

sitting in The Sun

in The Quiet of

My Life

listening to The Birds

& deciding

what to

write

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:53pm

I sit in a shaft

of Sunlight

journal on My Lap

ready to write

& I can write only

that I am in Love —

I Am In Love

With Life

 

OUR MORNING WORLD

The Hawk Outpost 10:15am

Beneath the woven stippling

of cloud

shimmering Silver

greets My Day

I see cross-hatches of Light

above My Horizon

and glittering grey

below

I know

Our World

and I know

Our Life

A SMALL IRONY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:10pm

Having Been Awakened

To The Existence

Of God

By A Shower Of Silver Lights

On March 31st, 1993

That Same Year

In October

I Was Told By My Own

Private God

On My Right Shoulder:

“You Know The Meaning Of Life

And So You Are

A Star —

So Go To Sleep” 

CLOUD DESSERT

The Hawk Outpost 5:07pm

Cumulus Clouds Line

My View

From My Kitchen Outpost

Off To The North East

They Rise Like

Ridges Of Ice Cream

I Have Only

To Place 3 Cherries

On Top

REQUEST

The Hawk Outpost 10:59am

Oh Watery Sky

how You fill Me

with Delight

and You, Silver

stretched out

along The Sea

please be kind

to Me for My Love

We share

and I will always be

obliged to You

THE ROBIN

The Hawk Kitchen 6:25pm

Oh!  Did I startle Him —

that Miracle of Life

singing so heartily

from His top branch

of scrub spruce — ?

THE OPPOSITE OF DEPRESSION (no, it’s not Mania)

The Hawk Portico 5:03pm

I thrive on The Sounds

of The Birds

especially when I hear

nothing else

but the not-so-far-off shore

of Hawk Inlet

I am released

of all other

concerns

I live through the countless calls

of Avian Wildlife

singing into My Cells

regenerating

My Issuance

of Life

DEPRESSION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:08pm

I remember clearly

that sinking feeling

of having no choice but to lie down

on a couch or bed

for want of Living Life

where I covered My Self

with a blanket or Afghan

knitted by My Mother-in-law

to take as some form

of comfort

to get through

an endless day

out of weeks

months

years