Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: poetry

COLONIES

The Hawk Exercise Room Window 10:47am

Today before My Row

I opened the Hawk Exercise Room Window

finding two galactic

Spider Hatchings

— gold They are —

I am with Them

after My Row

One on the outside of the little screen

One on the inside

HORIZON STOP GAP

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:58am

The thinnest strip of Silver

sets My North Eastern View

The Horizon line it designates —

starting at the scrub spruce

travelling to a brown roof top

where the center of The Horizon

turns dark grey

travelling to the second roof top

and beyond to My Neighbour’s

leafy tree

BEYOND THE ISLANDS

The Hawk West Desk Window 7:44pm

Hark — there’s a Silver Streak

along the Western Horizon

of My Evening View

I am rewarded

from a day of grey

to the embarkment

of broken cloud

and layered sun

 

THE CHILD’S BED

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:22am

Last Night M(EYE) Husband

had to come into Eliza’s Room

to kiss Me Good-night —

He remarked that I looked

so small

tucked into

Her Big High Bed

DEPARTURE

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:55am

EYE am The Artist

standing at My Door

waving Good-bye to My Husband

dressed in My Thick Grey Robe

the substance of The Sky

today

on a day

when anything can happen

SKY VS WATER

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 6:39am

The Sea is tarnished Silver

with an illuminated break above

We have done our best

to support a friend

who hears voices

and is trying out

a new regime

AFTER TWELVE HOURS OF SLEEP

The Hawk Deck 9:00am

The Silver off The Water

crashes into My Eyes

loosely glinting on Its Southern Edge

I hear The Morning Birds

out on My Deck

with the screen open behind Me

hearing the water kettle on

for Our Second Cup

MY SOLID HORIZON

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:45am

Even when The Sea is dark

shrouded by heavy cloud

threatening to rain

on My Bedding hanging out to dry

The Sea is beautiful —

a slate grey swath

of magnificance

MORNING SHIFT

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:43am

The Sun is hitting The Sea again

burnishing It with Silver

The Clouds have moved across

and above

as the northward horizon

calls to Me

to look

NORTH SCAPE

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:11am

The Sky has shifted

to The North

I look straight out

My Sliding Glass Door

out past The Scraggly Apple

beyond The Scrub Spruce

to see illuminated clouds

streaked across

A New Horizon