Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Peter Lowe Haeghaert

HAVEN

The Hawk Hallway 5:10pm

Why turn to an opalescent sky

for the answer to Our Eternal Question

WHY?

Why renounce My American Citizenship

fearful of being found out

as a culprit of 911

as a proud New Canadian since 1995

living in Peace & Security

with no plans to go back

to visit friends & relatives

in The Beleaguered US of A?

Why watch CNN

to see Obama

commiserate

with the survivors

of fallen children?

Why live next door

to a massive giant

of woe & destruction

for the sake of a spit of sand

where I may walk in private?

Why?

Because I ended up here —

is it that simple?

Because I had The Dream

of “Being A Famous Artist

Living In Nova Scotia”

where now I am tied

to My Property

Progeny

One or Two Husbands —

where is My Dream taking Me Now?

It’s A Haven

With Glass Walls

ADULTHOOD

The Hawk Kitchen 9:14am

Can You be In Love with The Spirit

of a Child?

What stops You as He

approaches 25 years of age

& You finally decide

to throw out

His First Bathtub Toy

set on a block of concrete

for the garbage men to pick up?

CLUE

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:38pm

I am wearing My Pro-Life Underwear

The Pair Jim Chandler* couldn’t guess

the colour of

when My Views were over 750

–They’re over 1,800 Tonight —

I have written to DHW

“I no longer see My Progeny

as Children”

* Child Psychiatrist

THE SALVATION ARMY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:15pm

Last Night I packed up

the back of My Ford Escape

with cartons of dishes from The Shakespeare House

unopened

Eliza’s portable crib & baby blankets

from 18 years ago

My Grandmother’s Singer Sewing Machine

from 50 years ago

2 very good twin mattress pads

from when My Children visited Me —

Their Floral Comforters went yesterday too

along with My Fantasy Bed Set

composed of A Christmas Quilt

& Bright Red Sheets —

They went to My Kind-hearted

Social Worker Friend

Who told me She found A Little Man

made out of aluminium foil

somewhere within the folds

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The Hawk Kitchen 10:38am

A single splash of spray

out My Kitchen Window

evokes a silent prayer

that I may find relief

in The Changing of Hands

of My Mother’s Island Property —

a property I could never see

as My Own —

even if Peak or Eliza

had It — It would still be

My Mother’s

THE VALLEY COTTAGE PORCH

I was That Girl

in a red terry tank top

no bra

gold medallion around My Neck

hair piled upon My Head

legs crossed, long & tan

My Saucy Smile

won My Man

I was eighteen there

& piped the dream

“Living In Nova Scotia”

here — now — on My Deck

in My Brand New LL Beans

belted, shirt tucked in

breasts in place

expecting Peak

& Hunter & maybe Eliza

for Nachos

MY SON & I

My Son & I

walked on The Hawk Beach

& talked of how humidity

can extend waves of sound

& how The Guzzle

could possibly have moved

from Its former sandy river bed

to parallel The Dunes

& how breeds of dogs

get bred for certain aspects

like liking water

or how foxes were bred

to be domesticated

& how Peak might get a dog

when He goes travelling

& have His Father or Me

look after It when He goes really far away —

My Son & I

THE HAWK WEST DESK WINDOW 11:37am

The Fog has sunk

into My Left Shoulder

–I can’t do The Laundry–

–I shouldn’t even be writing–

Peak & Eliza have gone to Lunenburg

with Their Father & His Family

My Day Is Grey

but I’m OK–

isn’t that awful?