Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: nova scotia poet

SILVER SERMON

I HAVE POLISHED MY SILVER TORCH

Join Me In My Fundamental Guidance

–Yes, There Is God

No, We Are Not Dying–

We are Self Organizing

re-distributing Our Wealth

in All Forms:

Our Wealth of Individuality

Our Wealth of Spirituality

Our Wealth of Divine Intelligence

& Our Every-day Intelligence

We are going somewhere

& that Place is

The Here & Now

Join Me In My Fundamental Guidance

–You need not be “saved”

You, We, Need To Be Applauded–

Applaud Us, Ourselves

We Are The Ones Who Are Praise-worthy

God is Our Audience

Yet God is Our Substance

Our Flesh & Blood

Our Brains

Our Mind

The Silver Torch Is Lit

for Us

The Inseparable

THE HAWK DECK ANNIVERSARY

Today is One Year

from when My Friend Craziest Horse

uploaded Self Organizing Galaxy

onto YouTube–

I am a YouTube Artist now

with a solid 1,535 views under My Vest

and a career that’s unfolding

into the 2nd half of My Life

THE HAWK DECK 7:28pm

My Husband/Doctor tells Me

The Sound of The Waves

works on The Pleasure Centres

of My Brain

like a narcotic, like opium

or nicotine or cocaine

& I say The Sound relaxes & invigorates–

I am addicted to The Surf–

It crept up on Me

over the course of these two years

& I never knew I could be so healthy

THE HAWK GLASS TABLE 9:40am

Just as I was gauging My Happiness Quotient

I mangled a spider

in the laundry line wheel–

before resuming My Favourite Chore

I had to leave My Deck

to get a tissue

to sop up the yellow blob

of That Instant

“PAPPY–DO THE LITTLE MAN!”

“Here’s The Little Man, way up here deep in the forest.

He’s feeling his way out. He’s looking around.”

“Make him come out.”

“Now The Little Man’s on the edge of a steep cliff–”

“I can see him.”

“Quick– He slides down the cliff– swoop!

He jumps over the next bump to find himself

on padded ground.”

“I see The Little Man, Pappy!”

“The Little Man walks ahead to his little ledge–

He puts one foot in either track– he looks around

and bends his knees and looks to the right

and then to the left.”

“Does he see me?”

“The Little Man looks over

the edge of an even steeper cliff–”

“Does he see me?”

“The Little Man sees a little girl named L’il Bits Boogen

waaay down at the bottom of the cliff.”

“Pappy– make him fly!”

“The Little Man’s looking down–”

“Jump!”

“He’s looking around–”

“He’s gonna fly!”

“The Little Man’s thinking of flying, any second–”

“Make him fly!”

“He’s testing the wind.”

“Make him jump!”

“He’s thinking of jumping–”

“JUMP!”

“Jump!  The Little Man’s flying down to Boogie!  Weeeee!”

“Weeeeee!”

THE HAWK BEDROOM — MIDNIGHT

Locked in The Cradle of Security

with Dr Blair’s soothing Right Hand

along My Left Forearm

My Window is open to The Shush of Southerly Waves

My Insides digest a pill of Olanzapine

& I Am Set Free

to Go To Sleep

THE HAWK DECK 6:52pm

I spy a stalwart Robin

perched on My Neighbour’s Laundry Pole

I watch awhile

until She flies

down to the grass

& there goes My Poem

Oh My God — She’s Back!

I forgot The Fog–

The Fog is wafting past Her

The Hedge is rustling below Her–

Oh, There She Goes–

THE HAWK LIVING ROOM 9:06am

I’m sitting on My Tomato-coloured Couch

eating a “croisant”–

Eliza gets mad at Me

for NOT pronouncing the “R”–

She’s off on a 7-hour drive

to Cape Breton

towing a trailer of sail boats

& She’s still 17–

leaving Her First Serious Boyfriend

for 5 days

steering the Escape steering wheel

with Her Left Knee

while She Texts Him

HOUSES I HAVE WORKED ON

The Hawk Deck 7:20 pm

HOUSES I HAVE WORKED ON

If My Mother worked on a house

does that count for Me?

She rubbed lemon oil into My Father’s Furniture

before the move to McNutt Island

when I was a child–

I did re-paint My Bedroom there

before the arrival of My First Husband

Then He & I pregnant with Our First Born

built The Thoreau House–

the one-room post & beam

We wouldn’t sell for a million dollars

He & I fixed up The Shakespeare House

in Shelburne for My Mother–

She paid us–

& then We bought our own

with no electricity & no plumbing–

I put My Soul into that Atlantic House

if not My Heart

& then My Mother died

& My Days of House-fixing were over.

I had Eliza & an affair

with an adoring doctor–

My Second Husband now–

& The House He & I have on The Hawk

should be My Final Resting Place–

though I feel It may not be

despite all the trim here

I have painted:

Living Room, Dining Room

Family Room, Hallway

Balcony, Stairs

& Corner Room–

and all The Artwork I have hung

THE HAWK DECK 4:38pm

I feel like Anne Priest

dressed in My LL Bean Khaki Trousers

& Striped Linen Shirt

drinking A Gin & Tonic

on My Deck

with A Plate of Feta Cheese & Crackers

on The Wrought Iron Side Table

I feel Grown Up