Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: spirituality

MY SANCTUARY

The Hawk Deck 9:03am

This has been The Place

of My Full Recovery

from My Mother’s Death

of more than Twenty Years

This is The Place of My Happiness and Joy

with Molten Silver on The Sea

Bird Life, Cat Life

My Life and My Husband’s

The Hawk Living Room Window 4:43pm

My Serenity Level

cannot be measured

there is no equipment

like The Blood Sugar Thing

there is only The Sun

streaming in over Me

as I sit on the end

of The Tomato-coloured Couch

with The Window open

airing in The Waves

from The Southern Tip

of The Hawk

THE FULL POTENTIAL OF THE DAY

The Hawk Deck

11:00 am

Eye am dressed in solid grey

& un-ironed white linen

sitting on The Deck, quiet

My Daughter, visiting from College

has just fed Gully

some old rice cakes

& The Crows are subdued

in the trifling fog

BLACK BOX SPEAKS

The Hawk Family Room 6:42pm

I need You Little Girl

I need Your Innocence

Your Honesty

I see You in Your Mint-coloured

Button-down Shirt

Your Rings, Your Watch, Your Esty Swirl Bracelet

You’re just what I’m looking for

You hold The Key

to unlock Humanity

& I need Humanity

I need to show The Dead Bodies

I need to host The Sporting Events

I need to advertise The Products

of Life

for this is The Earth

I was conceived upon

— as You were —

& I need You

I need Your Framework Of Understanding

I need Your Voice

 

EXPOSURE

The Hawk Living Room 3:30pm

I have opened The Windows

to My Home

This is where I live

This is where I come from

when I stand before The Black TV

I become My Voice

but is That My Persona?

As My Voice I Am Serious

but Who will See Me?

Who will Hear Me?

I have opened The Windows

to The Hazy Air

of an on-coming storm

I can See The Ocean

I can Hear The Ocean

INSECT APPROVAL

The Hawk Portico 9:58am

every time A Fly buzzes Me

He’s collecting My Thoughts

& if He lands on Me

He knows My Identity

in This World of Bugs & Flies

I am never alone

& can always catch up

on My Reading

with My Self-preservation

intact

A CALL TO ARMS

The Hawk Portico 9:11pm

I Am The Call

Of The Black Crow

Outside My Kitchen Deck

Insistent, Declarative

Hungry For Any Response

In The Awakening Distance

Of Our Waiting World

I LOVE MY BOOK

The Hawk Deck 4:11pm

If My Book were near Me

would I write?

Yes, I’ll go get It

& bring It outside

I thought, earlier

to write a poem titled

“What Is Depression?”

but all I could come up with

is It’s The Opposite

of what My Life is now —

One of fulfilment, contentment

& Big Ideas

to ground The Rest of The World

into Balance

WHAT WILL STOP YOU?

The Hawk West Desk Window 12:15pm

What Will Stop You

Dead In Your Tracks:

An Ambulance Siren

The Sight Of An Injured Child

Or The Time On Your Watch

Coinciding With A Calendar Date?

CLEAN SWEEP

The Hawk West Desk Window 11:03am

I’ll never tire

of picking up Galaxies

of dust & cat hair

inside My House

My Right Hand is The Perfect Tool

& The Waste Basket

The Perfect Receptacle

MY ADVERSARIAL GOD

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:11am

My God is not The God

of honey & sunshine

butterflies & beetles —

My God is The God

of 9/11

Hard-hitting & Hard-core

The God of The Dark

through Which railing against

We find Our Heart-felt

Heart-beating Meaning

of Life