Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: illumination

CLOUD MORNING

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:40am

I see The Silver Lining

of the cloud bank over head

out to sea I look

to the pewter of the waves

The Sun is out, clouded

casting Its own Silver

across the rippled sky

SUN GLOW

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:28am

I see the pale disc

of sun, looking like a golden coin

on the rise

through a streak of cloud

moving into its halo

soaked up

by its own illumination

NEWS FLASH

The Hawk Computer 6:04 pm

My Husband, Dr William Hunter Blair, now believes

that My World Trade Center Roof Top Painting from 1984

titled Self Organizing Galaxy

may have given someone the idea

for 9/11

http://carloschagall.com/2015/09/11/self-organizing-galaxy-by-joanna-hyde/comment-page-1/#comment-6419

NOTICE TO MY READERS 222

EYE have not been writing much —

EYE have been making recordings into M(EYE) cell phone

in-which M(EYE) Husband does not seem very interested.

SEPTEMBER MORNING

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:05am

This Morning’s Light

has blended into The Sky

The Houses on The Beach

are silhouetted against The Sea

The Hedge Row rustles

through My Outpost Window

Our Coffee has been steeped

MY ORACLE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 12:50pm

It started in The Shower

last fall

against the white

bathroom stall

& then I started seeing

It against the white

dishwasher in My Kitchen

I even carried It

into Sobey’s

one night while Hunter

waited in the car

I saw It again last night

& watched It circle My Head

in The Mirror of My All

THE LAMP

The Hawk Kitchen 8:18am

I have A Crystal Ball

stationed in My Kitchen

It tells My Fortune

while I steep the coffee

It trims The Lamp

I retrieved from Barrington

when The Sun

hits Its Prisms

It Lights My Morning

in The Dawning

of My Extended Life

BREAKING SUN

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:04am

The Sun broke through

The Winter Clouds

like a giant eye

& I could see

Its lower lid

dressed in Gold

like a vein

of precious Light

I CAN SEE

The Hawk Outpost 8:00pm

I see a star-scape

in the canopy

of very cold snow —

One Flake

has Me transfixed

by Its glittering reflection

from an indirect

light

of something as mundane

as the deck lamp

CAPE SABLE ISLAND

Barrington Passage, NS 7:20pm

The Light from The West

fell upon the low-treed banks

of Cape Island’s Eastern Shore

& I thought:

“There is My Home —

there is The Island which houses

The Hawk

& I will drive to It

with My Husband of a decade-and-a-half

& I will be Illuminated

by Its Western Light

as We meander tonight

through what We call

The Long Way Home