Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: outdoors

THIS IS MY SANCTUARY

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 3:20pm

How dare anyone

infiltrate My Sanctuary —

especially The Father of My 2.4 Children —

here to The North I have

the forest of scrub spruce I love

the stone wall upon which I contemplated

smashing My Precious Life Glass —

how dare anyone

even a neighbour I like

enter across My Eastern Ocean View

upon which I gaze with such favour —

out there I can let My Mind

be free — free of past

hurt and negation

free of obstacles to My Happiness

so profound

as I stand before

the shores

of My Intellect

I RAN ON THE BEACH!

The Hawk Front Steps 4:58pm

My Guzzle Report

is that I ran to It

along the padded sand

so My Knees were protected —

I had My Hoodie up against

The Wind

and I breathed hard

but never lost it

and saw My Barnacled Rock

in a different place

MEAGRE BREAKFAST

The Hawk Queen Bed 7:36pm

I watched a crow peck

the remaining shepherd’s pie

from last night’s supper

INTERLUDE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:38pm

A Brown-headed Cow Bird

has taken a fancy to My Car Mirror —

with binoculars from My Upstairs Window

I watched Him preen

in front of His Reflection

for minutes elapsing

until He crapped

and a cat

scared Him away

THIS MORNING’S SEA

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:44am

The Shimmering

The Shimmering —

how can I write enough?

The Dazzle has Me caught

in The Sublime

of My Place

My View

My Completeness

FIRST POEM IN A NEW JOURNAL

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:45pm

I can watch The Sun go down

in The West

over prehistoric islands

then I can watch It rise

in The East

over My Favourite

Ocean

LEONA LINK’S BIRTHDAY

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:15pm

I saw a black-headed Grackle

atop My Scraggly Apple

as I put together

a shepherd’s pie

and stopped

to watch

His Darkness

against The Sky

SACROSANCT

The Hawk Deck 9:11am

Each sunny morning

now in The Spring

I take My Banana

to The North East Corner

of Our Property

to a bank

where I dumped My Dead X-Miss Tree

& toss The Peel

below My Feet

EVA’S ROSES

Sobey’s Parking Lot, Barrington Passage, NS 2:30pm

EYE am Star Woman

on Parade

with M(EYE) Hot Orange

Bouquet

of Mother-in-law Roses

EYE am moving out of the lull

of Spring

into a Summer

of Majesty

and far-flung Love

THE POWER OF TWO

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:22am

My Ten-thousand Square Foot Painting

Self Organizing Galaxy

still EXISTS

albeit underground

in two unwieldy bundles

somewhere within the confines

of The Orangetown Dump

in Rockland County, New York

where I grew up