The Hawk Corner Room 10:22am
I Stood Naked
— as My Shower heated —
before The Corner Room Window
to lay My Eyes
upon The Sea
glistening Silver
in lateral streaks
to Cleanse Me
of My Jaded Spirit
The Hawk Queen Bed 2:22pm
This Is Nova Scotia
Land O’ M’ Dreams
Where Anything Can Happen
Sea Salt Air Calls Me
Through The Crack In My Window
I Rise To Its Undulating Voice
Determined To Listen
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22am
This Morning I Was Accompanied
By Luminous Silver From The Ocean
While I Made Our Second Cups Of Coffee
& Unloaded The Dishwasher
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:45pm
I see You at the doors
to Sobey’s with Your Wife
I’m with My Husband —
I dodge across The Parking Lot
to The Cart Corral
with Its Yellow Sign:
In The Event Of An Emergency
Gather Here
I sit cross-legged on the pavement
below The Sign —
Do You Come Over To Me?
Does My Husband —
Or Does He Converse With Your Wife?
When & With Whom
Do I Lift My Arms
Up & Out To The Sides
As I Did In Your Presence On October 22, 1993
To Voice, Not For The First Time
I Am In A Spiritual Emergency?
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:00pm
I Am Black Jesus
I Am Red, Yellow, Brown, White
Purple Is The Colour
Of My Massive Heart
My Hair Is A Rainbow
I Wear No Clothes
But Unlike The Emperor
I Know That I Am
Naked
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:35pm
Tonight I bit into
The Meaning Of Life
It was Crispy Cookie
on The Outside
with Chocolate Chunks
& Chocolate Ice Cream
in The Middle —
I took several savoury bites
as I did when It was first served
to Me
in The Dark of March 31st, 1993 —
I crunched The Chocolate
& The Ice Cream melted
on My Tongue
I swallowed My Last Swallow
& then It was gone
The Hawk Corner Room 12:55pm
The Gulls Glint Silver
The Crows Are Silhouettes
I Look Out To The Hazy Blue Horizon
& Watch The Birds
As Symbols
Embedded In My Life
Of Perfection
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:40pm
This Book Is Black
and I am waiting to be born
out of The Murky Red
into The Light
afforded All Of Humanity
allowed to live
–
This Book Is Black
and I will come out
to Speak My Name
and be caressed
not by The Hand Of God
but by The Human Hand
of My Mother
–
This Book Is Black
and I will grow
to protect My Spirit
and when I die
I will be born again
into The Space
occupied by the width
and breadth
of My Mind
It Will Be Bright
My Future Will Be
Forever Bright
Joanna Gilman Hyde 