The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:04pm
Why don’t I just think
about God the way
Everybody Else does?
How much simpler would My Life be —
My Writing?
Would I quit bashing My Head
against the proverbial brick wall —
Would I join the rest of Humanity
if I believed in creation —
How can I believe in creation when I believe
We’ve never NOT existed
& that WE are responsible
for Our Own Realities?
The Hawk Portico 3:28pm
Behind A Cloud Of Pinkish Hue
Our Sun Was Burning Silver Bright
The Cloud Dispersed Then From My View
I Embraced God’s Warm Delight
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:53pm
I have The Music of Poetry
to guide Me
I have Black Jesus at My Side
I live by The Ocean
My Name is Joanna Gilman Hyde
I come out to greet You
Big Wide World
with My Art
My Concept of God as Humanity
Humanity as God
I Pray: Take Me In
I Pray: Embrace The Sky
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:45pm
Once there was A Little Girl
Whose Mother died before
She was born — She was not scared —
She saw a Shower of Silver Blades
of Light
Four Days Later
It bestowed upon Her The Conviction
of The Existence of God
Twenty One Years Later
The Little Girl made A Gallery
of paintings of Her Mother
along with paintings The Little Girl
had painted Her Self —
She spent Many Hours hanging Her Gallery
down in The Basement
until One Night She & Her Daughter
— Her Daughter was Nineteen —
watched as a photograph of Her Mother’s Island
fell from Its hook
just when The Daughter was asking
“Was that when Your Mother Died?”
No more pictures were hung
except that one —
in a different place —
and The Daughter & The Little Girl
became the best of friends
and grew up together
The End
The Hawk Queen Bed March 21st 11:50pm
Please allow Me to explain
everything
in Galactic Terms —
if We are integrating with Aliens
it is mutually beneficial —
Yes, The Egyptians were convinced
of an afterlife
as I am convinced of God —
if the existence of Aliens
disputes the existence of God
I say No — We can and do
have both
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:03pm
The nightly ointment applied
to My Doctor-Husband’s legs
has conditioned My Hands
ready for work
I will now delve into the guts
of Humanity
The Innards of The World
I will knowingly dirty My Hands
when I said I never would
serve God — I would serve
only My Self —
I have seen The Meaning of Life
and It is brazen and brash
as The Sun
and It is My Dark Haired Angel
God of My Creation
sitting on My Right Shoulder
declaring in Her Melodious Voice
“You Know The Meaning Of Life
And So You Are A Star —
So Go To Sleep…”
I will go now not to sleep
but to coat My Broad-palmed Hands
laden with the protective balm of Her Words
to absolve the recesses of My Skin
of any fatal impurity
and pummel My New-born Fists
into every Man, Woman and Grown-up Child
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:45pm
God Bashed Me Over The Head
With The Shower Of Silver Lights
So That I Would Never Ever
Forget Him/Her/It/Them
ME!
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:45pm
I see You at the doors
to Sobey’s with Your Wife
I’m with My Husband —
I dodge across The Parking Lot
to The Cart Corral
with Its Yellow Sign:
In The Event Of An Emergency
Gather Here
I sit cross-legged on the pavement
below The Sign —
Do You Come Over To Me?
Does My Husband —
Or Does He Converse With Your Wife?
When & With Whom
Do I Lift My Arms
Up & Out To The Sides
As I Did In Your Presence On October 22, 1993
To Voice, Not For The First Time
I Am In A Spiritual Emergency?
Joanna Gilman Hyde 