Oh Luminous Cloud —
am I the only One Who sees You?
I watched Your Golden Aura fade
& then The Moon peeked out
from underneath
Your Grey Companions
I see a great hull of a cloud
draining an isolated shower
out over The Atlantic
blue-grey into blue-grey
–
I have begun reading
Anne Yarbrough’s Bowl of Light
a beautiful record of Her Time
living on Mc Nutt’s Island —
Eliza says she wants to read it too
I’m a Moon Worshipper —
I just ate a banana
while looking at The Moon
and laid the peel
on the window sill
below
My Daughter stood above Me
on The Hawk Balcony
wearing an off-white sweater
She slipped on a pearl earring
Her Face was “Done”
She looked like the apparition
of An Angel
— I wished I could just send
My Mother’s Island Possession
over to Her —
but She’s going to Her Boyfriend’s hockey game
& turning 18 tomorrow
& now She’s changed
into a grey sweatshirt
The Hawk Kitchen 7:15pm
She was a beautiful bird —
I was lucky to be standing there
on The Deck
She landed near Me
in The Scraggly Apple
dove-like
with greyish wings
& peachy breast
Our Eyes Met
Her Friends Came
& took Her away
When I was a Child
I decided to be an Artist
so I could paint paintings
to hang in My Own House —
I would have My Own Art
surrounding Me as I have now
with The Sea, The Sky & Sounds of Birds
–
I am wearing My Purple Robe
out on The Deck on a grey day —
dry & still — I hear The Waves
& drink My Tea
thinking of My Full Self
& The Flies that buzz
around Me
The Hawk Kitchen 9:22am
I Love My House
I am private here
public when I wanna be
I can have rye toast & marmalade
when Eliza takes the last banana
I can hang laundry in The Sun
& keep My Bathrobe on
Joanna Gilman Hyde 