Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: God

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

GLORIFY THY SELF

Shelburne, NS 12:30pm

Take The Power

That Is Yours

From Your Hair

Your Dress

Your Silver Jewellery

Take The Power

From Your Mind

Your Dreams

Your Aspirations

Look To The Sky

What Birds Do You See?

Are They Black Or White

& What Does That Mean?

ADORNMENT

Highway 103, NS 5:00pm

Today at The Halifax Shopping Centre

I saw Two Muslim Women

talking on cell phones

through Head Scarves —

One Face completely veiled —

This Day when Hunter bought

smoky quartz earrings

for My Early Birthday

FOR BEN NAGA

The Hawk Living Room 2:22pm

I was trying to re-write an excerpt

from My Shredded Manuscript

but I failed.

It was about

The New Millennium’s New Year’s Eve Party For The Second Coming of Christ

thrown by Me

The Second Coming — all sexual innuendos intact —

where I would be in a plane loaded with champagne

(the plane, not Me)

flying into earlier and earlier time zones

appearing at the head of the plane

naked, handing out champagne to all invitees at each airport

and The Whole World would be invited

but the dress requirement would be Come Naked.

I failed

to recount all the reasons why each nationality would want to attend

regardless of the weather

but the US would have wanted to know who else was going before they would accept

the invitation

Oh, and the Muslim countries would not be able to accept

because they cover their woman at all times

and would not allow them to disrobe for any occasion and besides, they don’t drink.

The rest of the world would be offended

by The Muslim Countries not going, so

MY PARTY FOR THE WHOLE WORLD could never happen

and the world would remain in conflict for the rest of time.

ALL WE ARE

The Hawk Kitchen 9:42pm

I possess All The Silver

here in My Silver Pen

necessary to unshadow doubts

about The World’s Organization

Natural or Man-made

for Which There Is No Division

I possess All The Silver

Showered Down Upon Me

filtered through My Pen’s Tip

to resurrect nothing

but what We hold in Our Hands

I possess All The Silver

to envelop This World

in the riches of Faith

in Humanity & God

for Which There Is No Division

CHRIST 101

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:06pm

I hear the wind howling

how can I tell The World

“I Am The Second Coming Of Christ?”

WRITE IT, It Howls

through the electrical lines

across the shore line —

Black Jesus & The Silver Christ

They are My Friends

maybe more complicated

than Your Basic 2nd Coming

but I can explain Them —

I can explain It All

in terms of The Expression

of Humanity gone

to Its Farthest Reach —

The Reach To God

within The Self

— as The Self

THE SILVER SHOWER

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22am

I Am In The Shower

I Will Never Get Out

Should The Time Come To Towel My Self Off

The Glittering Droplets

Will Stay —

I Will Yell Forever More:

“Oh My God, Oh My God

OH MY GOD!!”