Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: poetry

CALL TO ORDER

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:33am

My Life is in Order:

the grass is being cut

after three weeks —

a super load of laundry is on

and I feel like

cooking something

decent tonight

for My Hard-working Husband

who had to take pain-killers last night

— He’s still stoned —

and is going into the office

@ Noon

EARLY MORNING DREAM

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:45am

I dreamt of a cheerful baby

named Turrettes

who jumped on a bed

and fell off backwards

on Her Head but

She was alright —

only spewed out a streak

of vomit

across surrounding walls

which I cheerfully

cleaned up

much to the thanks

of Her Mother

NORTHERN SUN

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:09am

The Sun rises North now

over The Scrub Spruce

leaving only a glance

of Silver Water

for Me to stretch My Eye to —

but I saw It this morning

from the bathroom window upstairs

where I COULD see more water

and saw It blip to the surface

before I went back

to sleep

EYE DID IT!!

Sobey’s Parking Lot 3:55pm

Through roadside fields of Lupine

I drove My Manuscript

home

after saying Good-bye

to My New Psychiatrist

I will see no longer —

“How will You remain stable?”

She asked,

“EYE will be looking after

M(EYE) Self”

ON THE COUCH

The Tomato-coloured Couch 12:40 pm

I wrap up My Vulnerability

inside My Thick Grey Robe

holding My Fruitless Heart

close to My Chest

for warmth and reassurance

with My Journal open on My Lap

for the inspiration

of twenty-three years

written into the call

of a lifetime

AFTERMATH OF M(EYE) HALO

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:45am

Eye catch a glimpse

of Silver out past the edge

of the scrub spruce forest —

I am left today

with the hangover of My Halo

effect of yesterday — all day —

when My Husband had to stay home

in the afternoon

as I taunted Him

with soiled underwear

OLLY THE GULL

olly 

The Hawk Corner Room 7:07pm

Olly The Gull

came from His Nesting Grounds

on The South End of McNutt’s Island

stolen by Me

in My 13th Year —

raised on bread and milk

taken up to The Island House Rooftop

and told to fly

 

DREAM WHILE NAPPING

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:38pm

I crossed a short causeway

to PEI (Prince Edward Island)

only it was more like a small city

when I got there —

like Halifax

only tiny

and My Intention was to drive around

its perimeter

but I started talking to a group

of young urban people

who lived there

and asked

“Is there any place to dance?”

I didn’t get a specific answer

Next I was sitting

across from a black woman

who had ordered

some kind of Japanese food for Us —

tiny servings of rice  with sliced pickles

on toothpicks

and a sample of something with peanuts

in a Szechuan sauce

— I was hungry and it was not enough —

She was telling me

“Do You know there’s A Child

Who’s allowed to go on the bus alone —

guess how old She is?”

I blurted out “Two!”

“Try five or six months –”

and just as I was about to ask

if there was any kind of babysitter

I started to eat My Napkin

and woke up

THE FAMILY OUTING

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:22pm

Three birds landed in My Scraggly Apple:

two Starlings and one smaller greyish-brownish variety —

and dropped to the yard

into high grass needing cutting —

but there I saw through the grass

the smaller unknown open His Mouth

and The Starling nearest popped something

inside — I saw this

three times

before The Threesome flew off

and left Me

to tell My Husband

as He came home for lunch —

when My Husband was done

eating His Bagel

He looked out back and was able

to see a return of The Starlings

to the opposite section of Our Yard

whereupon The Youngster

almost hidden by grass

opened His Mouth again

and got fed some more

MORNING RHYME

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:56am

I see The Lining

of The Silver Cloud

out My Kitchen Door

Overcast is what It’s called

but for Me

It’s Evermore