Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: poetry

HOUSES I HAVE WORKED ON

The Hawk Deck 7:20 pm

HOUSES I HAVE WORKED ON

If My Mother worked on a house

does that count for Me?

She rubbed lemon oil into My Father’s Furniture

before the move to McNutt Island

when I was a child–

I did re-paint My Bedroom there

before the arrival of My First Husband

Then He & I pregnant with Our First Born

built The Thoreau House–

the one-room post & beam

We wouldn’t sell for a million dollars

He & I fixed up The Shakespeare House

in Shelburne for My Mother–

She paid us–

& then We bought our own

with no electricity & no plumbing–

I put My Soul into that Atlantic House

if not My Heart

& then My Mother died

& My Days of House-fixing were over.

I had Eliza & an affair

with an adoring doctor–

My Second Husband now–

& The House He & I have on The Hawk

should be My Final Resting Place–

though I feel It may not be

despite all the trim here

I have painted:

Living Room, Dining Room

Family Room, Hallway

Balcony, Stairs

& Corner Room–

and all The Artwork I have hung

THE HAWK DECK 4:38pm

I feel like Anne Priest

dressed in My LL Bean Khaki Trousers

& Striped Linen Shirt

drinking A Gin & Tonic

on My Deck

with A Plate of Feta Cheese & Crackers

on The Wrought Iron Side Table

I feel Grown Up

THE HAWK DECK 3:30pm

I am waiting in The Fog

with audible surf

and the occasional call

from a sea bird

waiting for The World

to collapse

but I somehow doubt It will:

The World is like A Very Strong Mother–

She may lie down for a nap

but always fixes supper

She may live in Her Bathrobe

yet maintains Her Modesty

She cleans when She feels like it

and gets Her Children to clean up

after Themselves

She loves everybody in Her House

Her Home is Her Sanctuary

She Is Her Own World

THE HAWK BEDROOM 12:05pm

SILVER

I have awakened Today

with The Weight of Silver

on Me & in Me

I must lug My Self

out from under

My Silver Comforter

to pee in The Bathroom

to pull out My Chair

from under My West Desk Window

to write The Transmutation

of The Shower of Silver Lights

crashing down around Me

now pulling Me bodily down

into My 144 Pounds:

I am worth My Weight in Silver

I am 2304 Ounces of The New Age

THE HAWK DECK 6:27pm

MY KITTY

Astro Jasper Cosmo

is My Big Black Panther —

The Biggest Black Panther —

The Biggest, Hugest, Sleekest

Most Beautifulest Black Panther

in The Whole Wide World

to come out of

The Wilds of The Hawk

–w’ de cute l’il vampire toofies–

He’s My Super Cat

I Love Him

SNOW WHITE & BLACK JESUS

Snow White & Black Jesus

went out to a beach

for a picnic

They ate peanut butter

& jelly

& threw the crusts

to The Gulls

They held hands along

The Breaking Surf

They made love

in The Sand

Snow White went back to Her Cottage

but Black Jesus had no home

He stayed on The Shore

& waited for Snow White

to come out & play

But She Didn’t Come

The next Day it rained

but Black Jesus waited

He got drenched

but all He could think about

was Snow White

& so He waited

The Sky cleared partially

& He saw a Rainbow

He ran up to Snow White’s Cottage

& alerted Her to what He saw

She said, “Thank You Black Jesus —

You Can Come In Now

I Love You”

THE HAWK KITCHEN 8:55am

CARTE BLANCHE

I shuffled out a galaxy

of dishwasher detergent

emptying the box

white on white

on The Open Door

Policy

July 30th 2012 BARRINGTON PASSAGE 7:33pm

He My L’il Brown Nugget Head

He Mine

I Love ‘im ’till de Day

I Die

He Die b’fo Me

I Love de Memory

I Love ‘im

’till I Die

He Mines

He Mines

He My L’il Brown Nugget Head

THE HAWK DECK 5:13pm

My Big Black Astro

lays on His Side

across The Glass Table Top

of Black Wrought Iron

licking His Paws

in Mid Air:

The Epitome

of My Black Desire

TIME IS OUR MEDIUM

I am checking My Views

for Self Organizing Galaxy

@ 9:11am & 9:11pm

Atlantic Standard Time