Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: God of All People

THE JOKER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm

One hospitalized night

I saw The Meaning Of Life

open out before My Astonished Eyes

to reveal a profound Joke —

A Joke I had no way of expressing

but A Joke to make The World Laugh

not to Death

but to Life

A New Life, A New Era

where God is unnecessary

where God can be laughed off

laughed at

& thrown into a corner

a rigid corner, or pocket (like a pool table)

where He can see

He no longer resides

on Earth

except in the form

of uncornered Humans

Who find Their True Meaning

in a spirituality

unseparate

Atop The Scraggly Apple

The Hawk Deck 1:00pm

The Yellow Bird has visited again —

He has not chirped of God

but of His Friend

in another tree

OWNERSHIP

The Hawk Deck 11:30am

I Am God THE OBSERVER

I Am God THE LISTENER

I Am A Human Being

In Love With The Land

Where She Lives

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

THE FIRST DRINK

The Hawk Kitchen 7:50pm

I have drunk My First Beverage

W–A–T–E–R

from My Chalice Divine

standing before My Dramatic Sky

of heavy mauve cloud

& Illuminated Gull

reaching around

to the sea-view

FOR JACKIE B

The Hawk Living Room 6:30pm

note: refer back to poem titled “Candle Holder”

I bought My Chalice today

in Yarmouth

It is a Candle Holder

It is frosted

It says in black “Life

is not measured by

the number of breaths we take,

but by the moments

which take our breath away.”

I bought It at Wall * Mart

I could drink Scotch out of It

AQUIRING SIGNAL

The Hawk Living Room 3:30pm

hook Me up

to My Members of Silver & Gold

My Robotic Arms

of The West

to carry Your Instruction

when a Reshma Begum emerges

in Pink & Violet —

tell Me what to say:

Say It, Damn It, Say It —

why has It taken the deaths

of one thousand, one hundred

Eastern Garment Workers

to force a call

to God?

MY MAGIC RING

Sobey’s Parking Lot 2:22pm

I Saw Him Today

I Saw Him Today

I Saw Him Today

I Saw Him Today

I

Saw

Him

My God

I Have Seen Him

I Have Seen Him

My God

I

See

Him

I HAVE A MESSAGE

The Hawk Family Room 4:52pm

I Have A Message

fuelled by One Blonde Beer

sitting in A Brown Leather Swivel Chair

looking South Out A Double Window —

My Husband lists the unavailability

of Silver

by domestic bullion dealers

My Message Is:  Gather Your Wits

buy what You can of Grain

& Gold

& hold onto Your Children, Your House

Your Guiding Beliefs

let not the government

break down Your Door