The Waves are merely seductive
They’re keeping Me here
on The Deck
or in The Bedroom with windows open
Last Night I yelled to My Perturbed Husband
I might not write again —
I might go babbling My Head off
whenever & wherever I felt like It —
saying anything I feel
& if I get carted away by The Police
I would just say “Sorry Officer —
I choose to write verbally
& My Delivery is NOT SEDUCTIVE”
I was That Girl
in a red terry tank top
no bra
gold medallion around My Neck
hair piled upon My Head
legs crossed, long & tan
My Saucy Smile
won My Man
I was eighteen there
& piped the dream
“Living In Nova Scotia”
here — now — on My Deck
in My Brand New LL Beans
belted, shirt tucked in
breasts in place
expecting Peak
& Hunter & maybe Eliza
for Nachos
Did I ever see My Self like this —
married to a Doctor in His 70’s
with Earning Power Intact?
It was not this Success I saw
It was always
“A Famous Artist Living In Nova Scotia”
achieved
thanks to The Internet
I am in My Time
finally
but what do I see beyond this?
Grandchildren?
Taking care of Hunter?
Or do I see My Self in Partnership
with A Horn for My Voice
& A Voice for My Horn?
Today is One Year
from when My Friend Craziest Horse
uploaded Self Organizing Galaxy
onto YouTube–
I am a YouTube Artist now
with a solid 1,535 views under My Vest
and a career that’s unfolding
into the 2nd half of My Life
SILVER
I have awakened Today
with The Weight of Silver
on Me & in Me
–
I must lug My Self
out from under
My Silver Comforter
–
to pee in The Bathroom
–
to pull out My Chair
from under My West Desk Window
to write The Transmutation
of The Shower of Silver Lights
crashing down around Me
now pulling Me bodily down
into My 144 Pounds:
–
I am worth My Weight in Silver
I am 2304 Ounces of The New Age
My Big Black Astro
lays on His Side
across The Glass Table Top
of Black Wrought Iron
licking His Paws
in Mid Air:
The Epitome
of My Black Desire
Bubbles are in My Beer
& Time is A Construct
of The Human Mind
I saw a Little Girl
Wearing A Watch Today
The Sky was Silver
The Rain came down
& The World was about
to Change
Joanna Gilman Hyde