Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: spirituality

COUNTING STARS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:36pm

I am a Woman

Who consumes vast quantities

of air, fire, water

I am in The Depths

of fulfilled wanting

I swim in a vacuum

of love

for I am in The Combined

Companionship

with a creature

just like Me

DRINK FROM MY KITCHEN

The Hawk Outpost 6:00pm

I stand before My Kitchen Outpost

spaghetti boiling

to drink My 80th Glass

of brilliant water

I toast The Ocean

bluest with The Sky

My Life Glass

is up

My Sharp Horizon

is downed

THE GLARE OFF THE OCEAN

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:50am

I carried My Life Glass

full

into My Living Room

Cathedral Ceilinged

& swallowed My Water down

drinking My House

in

MORNING GOLD

The Hawk Dining Room 8:15am

The Sun is Gold

upon The Ocean —

I cannot forget Gold

It sustains Our Economy

such as It is

& when I look behind Me

I see The Window’s Shadow

warm upon My Mirrored

Wall

DVD — RW

The Hawk Outpost 2:08pm

a giant thump took Me

from My Reverie

as I gazed over The Ocean’s

Blue

deep cobalt blue

& thought of a house

on an island

2 or 3 harbours over

MY HALO

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:24pm

My Halo has Me Speak

My Oracle — where I pronounce

I Am The 2nd Coming

of

What?

The 2nd Coming

of

Twat

MY ORACLE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 12:50pm

It started in The Shower

last fall

against the white

bathroom stall

& then I started seeing

It against the white

dishwasher in My Kitchen

I even carried It

into Sobey’s

one night while Hunter

waited in the car

I saw It again last night

& watched It circle My Head

in The Mirror of My All

MY FRIEND

The Hawk Kitchen 9:38am

I have My Kitchen Witch —

It’s a hand-carved, hand-painted Blue Jay

fat, sitting by My Sink Window

looking out

watching over Me

while I make

egg plant parmesan

THE LAMP

The Hawk Kitchen 8:18am

I have A Crystal Ball

stationed in My Kitchen

It tells My Fortune

while I steep the coffee

It trims The Lamp

I retrieved from Barrington

when The Sun

hits Its Prisms

It Lights My Morning

in The Dawning

of My Extended Life

BREAKING SUN

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:04am

The Sun broke through

The Winter Clouds

like a giant eye

& I could see

Its lower lid

dressed in Gold

like a vein

of precious Light