Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: poetry

HAPPINESS QUOTIENT

The Hawk Kitchen 7:15pm

I used to announce to Hunter

when I felt a wave of happiness

& now I have felt not The Wave

but The Smooth Line — The Flat Line

of complete fulfilment:

It came in My Kitchen

cooking Fettuccine Alfredo

with spaghetti noodles

& looking out the sink window

to the evening light

on the rocks

lining My Cellar Drive

THE MOURNING DOVE

The Hawk Portico 6:00pm

In the stillness of this evening

I have a call for The Hawk:

The Plaintive Cooing of The Mourning Dove

sounding clean & close above the others

so still am I in My Chair

I hear not even surf

but the buzz of a fly

& the sucking surge of The Grackle

The Wind Has Not Been In The Habit Of Dropping As Of Late*

The Hawk Kitchen 10:11pm

Out on My Deck

I drink in The Inspiration

of The Morning

with a North West Wind

at My Back

& coffee steeping

on The Counter inside

where My New Lettered Glass

lures Me to It’s Self

*quote from WHB

THE FIRST DRINK

The Hawk Kitchen 7:50pm

I have drunk My First Beverage

W–A–T–E–R

from My Chalice Divine

standing before My Dramatic Sky

of heavy mauve cloud

& Illuminated Gull

reaching around

to the sea-view

FOR JACKIE B

The Hawk Living Room 6:30pm

note: refer back to poem titled “Candle Holder”

I bought My Chalice today

in Yarmouth

It is a Candle Holder

It is frosted

It says in black “Life

is not measured by

the number of breaths we take,

but by the moments

which take our breath away.”

I bought It at Wall * Mart

I could drink Scotch out of It

FREE THINKING

The Hawk Living Room 1:45pm

I am sitting in a beam of sun

in a velvet chair

anything can happen here

in My Mind

any thought can be unleashed

with or without choice:

How do I know

I am deliberately

recalling

the total lack

of sun

in The Yarmouth Psychiatric Unit?

AT EIGHT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:00pm

My Mother told Me I couldn’t carry a tune

so She put Me in a crinkly black tutu

& expected Me to dance

I was the clumsy conundrum

My Teachers couldn’t figure out

I was Cinderella in French

& Teacher’s Pet in Junior High Science

I didn’t like High School

with One Peculiar Friend

Who wanted to get high

at lunch

My Mother put Me into Her College —

a small liberal arts school in up state New York

where I took all the art I could get

& transferred into Cooper Union in New York City

After graduating I decided

to paint the most visible roof in the world:

#5 World Trade Center

& was given permission by The Port Authority of NY & NJ

In 1984 I signed My Name

to the ten-thousand square-foot canvas

in three-foot high letters

I wore a crinkly black skirt

filmed by German Television

& three decades later

Self Organizing Galaxy

is on You Tube

 

A PARENT’S QUESTION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:43 pm

Should I feel guilty eating

a steak sandwich in front

of My Nearly Vegan Daughter

Who exploded into tears

when I told Her

She didn’t have to go to University

to learn Sociology?

CANDLE HOLDER

The Hawk West Desk Window 4:44pm

I am in search of a Chalice

a heavy tubular drinking vessel

preferably frosted, to be pushed repeatedly

at My Fridge Water Dispenser

— I looked in Barrington today

in The Salvation Army Thrift Store

3 Bargain Stores

& Shopper’s Drug Mart

but nothing caught My Eye

nor

My Fist

DR BLAIR

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:30pm

I am married to a Very Important Person:

a Man with Whom People confer

telling Their deepest concerns

seeking guidance

medical attention

& moral advice

He’s been in This Position

for fifty years

& probably will be

for The Rest of His Life