Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: spirituality

THE ACQUISITION

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:49am

The Sky to The East

is molten Silver

& to The West

as I wake

Sun lays Itself

across The Undulating Cape

illuminating

My Day After

The Acquisition

of My Silver Halo

Ring

 

MY BIRTHDAY

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:15am

The Shock of Silver

is with Me still

when I see

a band across The Sea

I think of My March 31st

Shower

22 years ago

& how It’s brought Me

to Sanctuary

SILVER REPORT

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:46am

along The Grey Horizon

I see a single streak

of Silver

behind Our Neighbour’s

leafless tree

with the gradual motion

of linear clouds

My Line gets washed away

then reforms

to complete

My Fullest View

MY BROTHER

The Hawk Queen Bed 3:43pm

My Brother Howard often complained

of a pain in His Heart

& no one could understand why —

doctors could find nothing wrong

& He went to His Grave

with a mysterious awareness

comparable to the physicality

of My Animated Halo

& He went to His Grave

minus His Heart

& His Brain

LIFE FORCE

The Hawk Deck 9:36am

I Am The Vessel

of Life

consuming inordinate quantities

of water

retaining fluid

in My Head

& Limbs

I hear the call of The Mourning Dove

& The Grackle

on This New Spring Morning

I think of what My Life

contains:

My House

My Husband

My Far-away Kids

grown now

with Their Own

Lives

INTAKE

The Hawk Corner Room 5:35pm

If I could I would

gather The Whole World

like A Lover

& hold It inside

of Me

Speck that It is

I would lay It on My Tongue

& moisten It

with My Lips

I would roll It

over My Gums

& send It toward My Throat

I would consume It

& have It course

through My Veins

like isolated blood

& never through

the finality of

digestion

NOTE: I just saw

a little red star glint

at Me as I filled

My Life Glass

LIVING WATER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:50pm

“I Tried To Get To You”*

Who Do You Think

Showered You with Silver Lights?

Who Do You Think

Provided You with Your Own

Private God

on Your Right Shoulder?

Who Do You Think

has Furnished You with Your Life

You Love So Much

You Don’t Want To Die?

*Ian Curtis of Joy Division

A SINGLE SILVER STAR

The Hawk Kitchen 6:28pm

A Single Silver Star

just cascaded

across My Left-field

Vision

as I considered

an array of crumbs

gathered up into My Hands

& swept with both

down the sink

hole

BED TIME

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:22pm

Laced through the window

closed against the cold

I hear the peep of peepers

against the roar

of stormy waves

seeping through My Extra Blanket

enveloping Me

in All I Know

MONDAY MORNING

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:25am

I see The Sphere

of The Sun

behind a watery Sky

luminescent behind

the foggy clouds

decking My Horizon

with Silver Grey

& Silver Wash