Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: nature

GUT REACTION 2

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

I Am The Black Ball

nesting under

Yards & Yards of White Satin

lined with feather boa

for an art school project

thirty-two years ago

I Am The Black Pearl

making People feel uncomfortable

like The Grit

inside an orgasmic oyster

lined with Phosphorescence

I Am The Black Jesus

in a White World of Innocence

here to make People understand

Their True Beginnings

of Sperm & Egg

& how They, We, have arrived

at Our Present Global Form

I Am The Blanket Of Night

with The Moon Glowing

underneath

echoing The Face of Humanity

for All of Us

to see Our Selves

with Newly Opened Eyes

WHAT IS?

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

What Is The Configuration

Of The Universe?

Is It Like A Balloon

With Us On The Surface

Or Is It A Sphere

Internally Filled —

Perhaps Expanding & Contracting?

Is It A Spiral

Lashing Out

Or A Doughnut

With No Center —

Is It A Drop Of Pond Scum

Or An Entire Sea

Floating In Our Minds?

EAST & WEST

The Hawk West Desk Window 6:18pm

Out My Eastward Kitchen View

I See The Moon, Almost Full

Completed By its Halo

Glowing Through The Deep Blue

Of Sky & Water

Out My West

I Catch The Berry Pink

Of One Side Of The Sunset

As I Write

Before Re-checking

My Lunar Scape

& Finding There

The Ocean

Set Apart

By Its Dark, Even Sheen

OH BEAUTIFUL BIRD

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:30am

Oh Beautiful Bird

You Are A Song

To Me

Your Fair Mimicry

Has Shaped My Life

And I Carry Your Love

On A Silver Platter

Out Into The World

So That It, Too

May Receive The Grace

Of Your Delicate

Truth

DEPTH OF FIELD

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:15am

I Am Blinded By

The Ocean Light Yet I See

My World Clearly

 

BATHROOM VIEW

The Hawk En-suit Bathroom 1:22pm

Eye-level to Me

as I stand before

My Bathroom Window

is The Full Curve

of The Hawk Beach

and to The East

The Full Ocean —

looking down upon

My Yard

I see My Carved-out Drive

full of snow

and The Occasional Crow

flying by

 

HERALD

The Hawk Dining Room 8:56am

I am awakened by a heavenly sky

framed within the arched window

of My Dining Room

The Light cuts through

the cracks of cloud

to re-create striking fields

of Grandest Streaks

reaching diagonally over The Water

illuminating Its Stretch

THE STAFF OF LIFE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:15pm

I held a wafer-thin slice of home-made bread

and breathed to My Self:

“This Is The Staff Of Life”

I placed The Slice, along with The Remainder of The Loaf

on a white plate

and served It to The Crows

in the snow out back

NOON-TIME VISION

The Hawk Window Seat 12:06pm

The North End of The Cape

is a study in contrasts —

Its Dunes snow-covered, It lies out straight

against The Gradated Blue

of The Hawk Inlet

at full tide

ALL MY MIGHT

The Hawk Window Seat 11:08am

I have just done an Heroic Deed:

I pushed Dr Blair’s

Old Black Lincoln

out of a snow bank

and on Its Way to work

leaving Me behind

in snow-covered pyjamas