Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Shower of Silver Lights

ELIXIR OF LIFE

The Hawk West Desk Window 11:30am

Every Morning I Am

A Woman Of Ritual

I Wake To Open The Blinds

Re-fill The Kitties’ Water Dish

And Drink From My Fridge Spigot

The First Of Many Glasses

Marked “LIFE”

I Log My Self Organizing Galaxy Views

At 9:11

Or 10:22

I Row For 22 Minutes And 22 Seconds

On My C2 Indoor Rowing Machine

And Then I Take

**My Shower**

The Literal Transformation

Of My Shower Of Silver Lights

MY DEPRESSION

The Hawk Portico 2:22pm

Yes, It was MY Depression —

It wasn’t anybody else’s

yet It affected so many —

like My Mother’s Brain Tumour —

Yes, It was HER Tumour

but It affected so many —

and My Shower of Silver Lights —

Yes, It was MY Shower

It affected so many —

and Yes, It still does

THE SIGN

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:10pm

Once there was a little girl

whose mother died from a brain tumour

& the little girl didn’t sleep for four days

On the fourth day, March 31st 1993

the little girl looked for a sign

that she was going to be al-right

& the phone rang —

a nurse from the hospital was calling

to see if the little girl was al-right

& when the little girl said:

“DoDo, I Don’t Know How I Am”

The Nurse said She Would Come Right Over

The Little Girl hung up the phone

& went into Her Mother’s Kitchen

(but She doesn’t remember why)

whereupon She was struck

with the realization of an all-knowing

all-seeing Presence

She didn’t know what had just happened

so She went back to the daybed

where She had been trying to sleep

& as She sat, was sitting

The Cathedral Ceiling above

suddenly filled with Silver Streaks

of Light

Showering Down Upon Her

as She Cried Out

Oh My God!

OH MY GOD!

OH MY GOD!”

 

OUR SHOWER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:30pm

When I had My Shower of Silver Lights

over twenty years ago

I transferred

The Totality of God

on & into My Self

& spoke of It as such

ever since

Until Today

I spoke It all again

to a beautiful brown-haired woman

& by so doing

I

have

become

OURS

ANATOMY OF A SHOWER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:15pm

Sprung from a Cathedral Ceiling

in a House of 2000 Years

I sat below

rapid-fire spears of Silver Light

speechless

but for The Exclamation:

“Oh My God”

“OH MY GOD”

“OH MY GOD!!!”

ALL WE ARE

The Hawk Kitchen 9:42pm

I possess All The Silver

here in My Silver Pen

necessary to unshadow doubts

about The World’s Organization

Natural or Man-made

for Which There Is No Division

I possess All The Silver

Showered Down Upon Me

filtered through My Pen’s Tip

to resurrect nothing

but what We hold in Our Hands

I possess All The Silver

to envelop This World

in the riches of Faith

in Humanity & God

for Which There Is No Division

THE SILVER SHOWER

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22am

I Am In The Shower

I Will Never Get Out

Should The Time Come To Towel My Self Off

The Glittering Droplets

Will Stay —

I Will Yell Forever More:

“Oh My God, Oh My God

OH MY GOD!!”

MY SILVER BLADES OF LIGHT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:20pm

Now that I have reclaimed

the True Force of My Vision

I do not mean to keep it to My Self

I do not think I am capable

of keeping It

to My Self

My intention is to share It

with Whomever

so desires

to know

Its

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ARE YOU ALL SILVERED OUT?

The Hawk Kitchen 11:11am

Those *2* Giant Blocks

of Rectangular Silver

Came Crashing Down

on My Miles of Silver Duct Tape

on My Miles of Watery Plastic Sheeting

on My Ten-thousand Square Feet of Dacron Canvas

laid out, smoothed out

weighed down by 400 Sand Bags

Painted for Thousands of Office Workers

It was My

Self Organizing Galaxy

It All Came Crashing Down

in Zillions of Silver Streaks

on My Head on The Afternoon of March 31st, 1993

I have been crawling out ever since

note:  title from WHB

MUSE

The Hawk Corner Room 10:50am

I Woke Today

With The Sun Dipping

Its Way

Into Molten Silver

That Was The Ocean