The Hawk Portico 3:28pm
Behind A Cloud Of Pinkish Hue
Our Sun Was Burning Silver Bright
The Cloud Dispersed Then From My View
I Embraced God’s Warm Delight
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:53pm
I have The Music of Poetry
to guide Me
I have Black Jesus at My Side
I live by The Ocean
My Name is Joanna Gilman Hyde
I come out to greet You
Big Wide World
with My Art
My Concept of God as Humanity
Humanity as God
I Pray: Take Me In
I Pray: Embrace The Sky
The Hawk Portico 1:57pm
Birdsong is The Sound of Life
with Ocean as a backdrop
I sit in Sanctuary
The End To Strife
and wait Here
for The World to Stop
The Hawk Deck NOON
The Vista Of My Mind
is an endless one —
There Is No Horizon
I am emanating
The Juice Of Life
I have come This Far
to regulate
to undulate
to populate
and I will stay Here
until The Chickadee
calls Me
Home
The Hawk Deck 11:27am
The Morning is Alive
with Birdsong
I can’t identify
except for The Chickadees
& Jays
I Am Here Today
Today
Today
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:32pm
My First Incarnation
was as a sperm, strong
pointed
My Second was as a zygote
settled, growing
My Third was embryonic
at sea, close
My Fourth was as The Newborn Infant
face lifted to Mother
My Fifth was as The Astute Girl
Who wowed adults
and wanted to be a ballet dancer
My Sixth was as The Teenager
Who wanted to be a helicopter pilot
and do art on the side
Then I grew, focused, into A Young Woman
Who wanted to live in Nova Scotia
and married a man who would take Her there
to be near Her Mother
Her Mother Who Died
and left The Incarnation
of The Spirit
from Which The Flesh had
sprung
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:18pm
In My First Year
She took Me to Africa to meet Dr Schweitzer
for Him to hold Me
forever in a black and white photograph
hanging here in My Dining Room —
how could He have known
I would have The Shower Of Silver
Blades Of Light
which would turn Me
into What I am
Today:
A Woman Who Wishes
Only The Best
For This New World?
The Hawk Window Seat 4:27pm
Today My Black Jesus
Outfit List
inadvertently, but with My Consent
went into The Hands
of A Young Man
in Whom I have My Faith
as An Artist
as A Writer
as A Person
as A Creator
I hope His Acquisition
finds Its Way
into His Future
The Hawk Corner Room 8:35am
The Sun has such a glare
across the water This Morning
I can barely look at It
& when I close My Eyes
or blink
I see lime green
after-images
surrounded by red
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:30pm
It’s been a Winter
of dying dogs & Dads
& a dear old Mother-in-law
settled into Her Husband’s
room of departure
in a tiny hospital
with, I’m guessing
the same fiery sun
going down in front
prompting Me to curtsey
Joanna Gilman Hyde 