I suddenly feel older
by more than the fifteen years
since I dolefully reclined
in a wicker chaise longue
on the screened-in porch
built by My First Husband
— a porch sought for My Sanity —
yet used so briefly
I wonder how I remember it at all
–
This Deck I’m on now
in My Maturity
is an outpost for reverence
of All My Surroundings
occupied daily in good weather
and always in Good Mind:
I am healed now
— I long for nothing —
and have grown up
into The Full Observer
I was as The Child
The Call of The Jay
is of My Childhood
but Here It Comes
with A View of The Atlantic
–
I have angled My Chair
to fit This Ocean:
a solid blue swath
merging with spruce
punctuated with birds
& topped by cumulus cloud
I see a Cloudscape
beyond layers
of bamboo shrub
& scrub spruce
mountainous over The Blue Horizon
exalting
in My Nimbus
of Regeneration
“Good Morning, World!”
and to the rest of you
that are still asleep —
This Is Your Mother
Speaking:
It’s Time To Go To School
and I mean
REAL SCHOOL —
It’s Time To Go
BACK to Your
Kitchens, Women, &
cook for Your
decreasing Families,
It’s Time, Children, To Get On
The Bus of Human Intelligence
for Our Fight:
The Fight of Our Lives
as Human Beings on
This Planet —
for That is
All We Are — We
are Human &
We are God —
& We Cannot Continue
as We have been
for however many
thousands or millions of
years.
This is Your MOTHER
SPEAKING — CRYING
For You, My Children,
to Stop Killing
Yourselves
through Your Own
desperation, &
stupidity —
I Love You All
Dearly
& without You I
would
Die!”
“WAKE UP WORLD &
smell The Coffee —
drink that Tim Horton’s
& Think of Me.
Watch This Television
until You are Blue
in The Face,
which is MY
FACE —
You have desecrated
Me with
Your naivety, Your
revulsion & Mine,
for You & Me &
Now —
I can no longer look
My Self in The Face
& Smile
Because of YOU
(red star, red star)
October 1st, 2010 THE HAWK
continued from Diary:
I AM THE RED STAR —
I AM THE ALERT BUTTON
on Your Car
remote
Listen to Me — You are
All I Have Left
here,
& here is the Only Place
We know of
which sustains us, somewhat,
& which sustains Me,
Your Guiding Star
Your Furious Mother —
and Who was My Furious
Mother, You may ask?
She is Dead Now & Somewhere
out There, Haunting Me
as I am aiming now to
Haunt You,
& Haunt You I Will,
Until You Turn Around,
with The Earth,
with The Light of Our
Yellow Star —
Soon To Turn Red.
I am speaking to You from
This Black Box, This Hole
But I Can See You,
like The Romper Room Lady —
I am Magic, if You
believe in Magic
— and I feel You must
believe in Something —
There is The Divine, for
I have felt Its Wrath —
There is God, for I have
been beaten down by Him,
now, into this heaving mass
of Human Organism
which rises up before You,
to Speak to You
from The Device I Loathe:
The Device of Corruption, Greed,
Sloth, & Desire.
Yes, I Desire You,
I Desire That You Wake Up
to Hear Me, That You
Wake Up to Feel Me, For
What Am I To You But
All That Is Left of
possible salvation?
I am Your Mother & My
Mother before Me, & Her Mother,
& My Father’s Mother & Her
Mother — I AM ALL MOTHERS
I Speak For The Salvation
of The Children of God
WHO MUST NOW, FINALLY,
GROW UP
*
Joanna Gilman Hyde 