Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: spirituality

POWER

The Hawk Queen Bed 4:00am

Static Of The Sea

Wherein Does My Power Lie?

Static Of The Sea

THIS IS MY LOVE

The Hawk Portico 2:22pm

This is what I should

be doing —

sitting in The Sun

in The Quiet of

My Life

listening to The Birds

& deciding

what to

write

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:53pm

I sit in a shaft

of Sunlight

journal on My Lap

ready to write

& I can write only

that I am in Love —

I Am In Love

With Life

 

OUR MORNING WORLD

The Hawk Outpost 10:15am

Beneath the woven stippling

of cloud

shimmering Silver

greets My Day

I see cross-hatches of Light

above My Horizon

and glittering grey

below

I know

Our World

and I know

Our Life

A SMALL IRONY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:10pm

Having Been Awakened

To The Existence

Of God

By A Shower Of Silver Lights

On March 31st, 1993

That Same Year

In October

I Was Told By My Own

Private God

On My Right Shoulder:

“You Know The Meaning Of Life

And So You Are

A Star —

So Go To Sleep” 

HERON JOT

The Hawk Point Road 5:22pm

His Tall Elegance

Contemplates The Marsh

At The Side Of Hawk Point Road

Where I’m Pulled Over In My Car

To Watch Him Feed In The Evening Light

While I Get Out A Pen

To Write On A Paper Napkin

From My Purse

GOOD MORNING, SILVER

The Hawk Outpost 9:38am

Good Morning, Silver

Of My Heart

You Speak To Me

And Mould My Art

You Fill Me Up

With Your Glitter Fine

And Allow The Day

To Be All Mine

REQUEST

The Hawk Outpost 10:59am

Oh Watery Sky

how You fill Me

with Delight

and You, Silver

stretched out

along The Sea

please be kind

to Me for My Love

We share

and I will always be

obliged to You

THE ROBIN

The Hawk Kitchen 6:25pm

Oh!  Did I startle Him —

that Miracle of Life

singing so heartily

from His top branch

of scrub spruce — ?

THE OPPOSITE OF DEPRESSION (no, it’s not Mania)

The Hawk Portico 5:03pm

I thrive on The Sounds

of The Birds

especially when I hear

nothing else

but the not-so-far-off shore

of Hawk Inlet

I am released

of all other

concerns

I live through the countless calls

of Avian Wildlife

singing into My Cells

regenerating

My Issuance

of Life

MY SONG

The Hawk Portico 4:08pm

I have sung a song

of birdsong

with the splutter of The Grackle

the warble of The Flicker

the squawk of The Jay —

numerous calls go unidentified

but are backed up

by The Willet, Crow and Gull

All to My Hamlet

by My Favourite Sea

where I live out My Rhythm

with The Little Chickadee