Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: God

THE FISHERMAN’S VISION

He steamed out 24 hours

not planning on coming back

when He cut the engine

& sat astern

testing the water:

“It was real to Me

I witnessed It

& same time I’m puzzled by It

I don’t see any reason

I shouldn’t tell It —

Some People may see a UFO

maybe They did

I thought about painting It

It’s so well embedded in My Mind

They don’t have to look like a seagull —

They weren’t

They weren’t a sea hag

They were sort of angelic like

down on the outside —

similar to a glow

20 feet away

2 on top 1 on the bottom

sea hags don’t hover

They were trying to send Me a Message

delicate hair, like angel hair

Something I can’t explain

but It happened”

AWAKE!

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:09pm

I don’t need a man

to elevate My Scripture —

It’s High Enough Already!

I don’t need a man to walk

beside Me, or behind Me with a placard

My Voice Is My Placard

I don’t need a man to go with Me

to conferences and speeches —

I’ll take My Girlfriends

I don’t need a little man

I have My Husband

& He is Big Enough, Big Time

My Love Will Fuel My Message

CRY

The Hawk Deck 9:42am

I HAVE A CRY

discouraging Me from My Walk

along the Barrington Bay Trail

preventing Me from shopping

at Sobey’s

I HAVE A CRY

like The Crow’s Cry

efficient, timely

but MY CRY IS CAWT

IN UTERO

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:24pm

This is No Nova Scotia

This is No Second Beer

on The Tomato-coloured Couch

before the steaks go under the broiler

This is having a distraught Husband

say nothing

because what is there to say?

He is not The Man

to Elevate My Scripture

He is not The Man

to follow along with a placard

He is not The Man

to film Me for a Youtube Channel

to travel with Me to My Speeches

He is not That Little Man

I claim to have loved

for twenty years or more

— He was the doctor who took care of Peak

in utero

— He is The Man I uttered four words to

and My World was born

SITUATED

The Hawk Living Room 5:23pm

I am situated in A House

by The Open Ocean

A House with sky lights

shooting beams across My Crow Painting

in a cathedral ceilinged Living Room

— the room I lived in before This One

was cathedral ceilinged too

& accommodated

The Shower of Silver Lights

— but I wasn’t going to get into that —

I was going to write

about My Open Window

next to My Tomato-coloured Couch

where I lie here

to take naps

& not to be preoccupied

by saintly hallucinations

ANNIVERSARY

The Hawk Kitchen 9:05am

I’m cashing in on 9/11

checking My 1,630 Views

on Self Organizing Galaxy

@ 9:11am

This Cloudless Tall Tuesday

THIS MORNING

The Hawk Kitchen 11:30am

This Morning I lay on My Back

in The New Dentist’s Chair

& looked up to see My Future

emblazoned on The Ceiling:

The Flashes

The Split Seconds

i-dent-i-fied Me

& I had on My Bulletproof Vest

not like The Twilight Star

in red brocade

5:40pm

I am seeing The Trees

The Scrub Spruce

through The Memory

of The Shower of Lights

I am seeing My Reality

My Sanctuary

through The Emblazonment

of Divinity

through My Sense of Self

through My God

augmenting

The Birds, The Waves

The Fog

THE HAWK KITCHEN 3:00pm

I just killed A Fly

on a ceramic apple tile

in My Kitchen

He was just washing His Front Legs

& I smashed Him

with My Open Left Fist

I picked Him up

from behind the toaster

& threw Him in The Trash —

He wasn’t delivering

any Alien Messages —

not Today anyway

WHAT IS MY PREMISE?

Did God create The Dragonfly

to fly out of nymph-hood Today

of All Days?

Or has The Dragonfly created Itself

over eons

to emerge from arbitrary randomness?

I have been answered

by swarms of midges

screaming out to Me

for recognition