Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: nova scotia poet

Putting Away The Laundry

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:30pm

It’s been a Winter

of dying dogs & Dads

& a dear old Mother-in-law

settled into Her Husband’s

room of departure

in a tiny hospital

with, I’m guessing

the same fiery sun

going down in front

prompting Me to curtsey

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

“How Ya Doin’ Honey?!”

March 31st, 2014 Valley Regional Hospital, NS 5:32pm

Just let Me set here awhile

& let it all soak in —

let Me look at the mesh of the curtain

& remember The Flashes —

let Me hear My Mother-in-law breathing

under a heated blanket

& I will set & tell You

The Story with

no

end

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

MORNING PLACE

The Hawk Kitchen 9:44am

Silver Greets Me

From The Earth And Sky

The Clouds Are Laced

With Watery Striation

The Ocean Is Streaked

With My Favourite Light

I Am Safely Stationed

In My Morning Place

SEEDS OF LIFE IN A DISTANT FLOCK OF BIRDS

The Hawk Window Seat 2:44pm

I Took My Shower

@ 2:22

I Was in There

For Untold Minutes, Hours, Days

I Am Still There

Rubbing My Eyes

Like A Child

Who Sees The Spray

Of The Universe

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