Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: humanity

The Gold-rimmed Journal

The Hawk Window Seat 4:27pm

Today My Black Jesus

Outfit List

inadvertently, but with My Consent

went into The Hands

of A Young Man

in Whom I have My Faith

as An Artist

as A Writer

as A Person

as A Creator

I hope His Acquisition

finds Its Way

into His Future

MORNING SILVER

The Hawk Kitchen 8:30am

The Clouds are lined with Silver

actual Silver Lining

& I am embarking on visiting

My Mother-in-law @ Roseway*

and in the other direction —

Luke of Whom I am so fond

*Roseway Hospital, Shelburne, NS

LIGHT SOURCE

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:55pm

We are alive

and growing

from clay tracks

to veins of red and white cells

interlacing

Our bedrock cities

with electric towers

lit-up zones

We can be detected

when The Sun is behind Us

and when anybody feels

like looking

EXISTENCE

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

INTO THE NIGHT

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:40pm

The Earth is under A Spell

or am I?

galvanized by not the shock

of 9/11

but by a deep mystery

which may never be abandoned

but from which We must

awaken

GOOD GOD

The Hawk Kitchen 6:47pm

I See A Bird Of Silver

Against A Cloud Of Grey

It Signals To Me

All Is Well

And This Is How We’ll Stay

ALIEN SPACE SHIP

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:11pm

I put on My Raspberry Slippers

& got out The Mop

I mopped & I mopped

upstairs & down

I cleaned My Whole House

& still that 777 has not been

found

ASSIGNMENT

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

EMPOWERMENT 2

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:02pm

I Have My Big Black Lion

At My Feet

And My Daughter’s Mane Of Gold

At My Fingertips

I Am Licking My Wounds

With A Salivating Tongue

And Garnering My Strength

For The Onslaught

Of The World

FUCHSIA

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:40pm

I stood in My Raspberry LLB Sippers from China

& Fuchsia Turtle-neck Sweater from Years Ago

to enunciate in front of My Bedded Husband

Three Fundamental Rules

For This Planet:

1.  No Legalized Abortion

2.  No Militarized Killing

3.  No Capital Punishment

& asked One Question

for All of Us to Ask:

What Is The Value

of One Human Life?