Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: The Meaning of Life


The Hawk Queen Bed 10:03pm

The nightly ointment applied

to My Doctor-Husband’s legs

has conditioned My Hands

ready for work

I will now delve into the guts

of Humanity

The Innards of The World

I will knowingly dirty My Hands

when I said I never would

serve God — I would serve

only My Self —

I have seen The Meaning of Life

and It is brazen and brash

as The Sun

and It is My Dark Haired Angel

God of My Creation

sitting on My Right Shoulder

declaring in Her Melodious Voice

“You Know The Meaning Of Life

And So You Are A Star —

So Go To Sleep…”

I will go now not to sleep

but to coat My Broad-palmed Hands

laden with the protective balm of Her Words

to absolve the recesses of My Skin

of any fatal impurity

and pummel My New-born Fists

into every Man, Woman and Grown-up Child


The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

I Come With A Story

& It ain’t very pretty

It ain’t no Barbie Doll story

where You make It up as You go along

It has all Its facts laid out


bright & ugly

terrible in Its glory

It starts with a death

of The Mother, My Mother

Who entrapped Me on an island

off Nova Scotia —

Oh I’ve told this story so many times —

How when She died

I didn’t sleep for four days

How on the fourth day I asked for a sign

to comfort Me

& got smashed over the head

by a Shower Of Lights

so much so I thought I was The Second Coming Of Christ

I was taken to hospital

to a darkened little room

where I saw no less

than The Meaning Of Life

& I laughed

I saw God’s Joke opening out before My Eyes

& have never been able to tell It

I Come With A Joke

to set the world ablaze

with laughter — so much so

that no one can copulate

for several weeks at least

thereby making a blip

in the productivity of Human Kind

I Come With A Blip

What Is The Meaning Of Life?

The Hawk Deck 11:22am

Take away The Question

what do You have

That Which Is

all around You

in front of Your Blazing Eyes

at the touch of Your Sticky Fingers

at the smell of Your Pristine Nose

at the lure of Your Thankful Ears

at the taste of Your Capable Tongue

The Meaning is in Your Voice

in Your Gesture

in Your Mind


The Hawk Deck 5:35pm

After The Shower Of Lights

The Little Girl was not So Little

She had been struck over The Head

by A Very Giant Object

attached to God

& He wasn’t going to let Her away

so easily

That Night

after relatives and The Nurse Do Do

took Her to the hospital

where Her Mother had died

four days earlier

The New Big Girl was seen by A Little Man

Who asked all the right questions

& ordered a room

In That Darkened Hospital Room

in Shelburne, Nova Scotia

March 31st, 1993

The Little Girl who was no longer Little

saw floating in The Darkness

a loose brown cylindrical mass

which slowly opened from its centre

to reveal nothing less

than The Meaning Of Life

couched within a Joke of such magnitude

that only God could have thought It up:

You Are The Reason For Schizophrenia

She puzzled over this and questioned Her Sanity

& decided that if She could question Her Sanity

She was not “Insane”

The next morning, April Fool’s Day, The Little Man

came into Her Room

& as She tried to assume some explanation

as to what had befallen Her

The Little Man stood at the foot of Her Bed

& said, “You won’t find anything about this in any medical text books

but some people who have had these kinds of experiences

are called Seers.”

She Fell In Love With Him


The Hawk Queen Bed 9:36pm

If only I could run away

from My Past

& trip headlong into My Future —

but Where would that put Me?

Where then is My Present?


The Hawk Kitchen 7:22pm

I hold a jar in My Left Hand

398 ml 14 oz liq

No Name

Puree de Pommes

non Sucre

straight from The Garden of Eden

not in temptation

but in nourishment

for The World

to see, feel

& swallow

The Meaning of Life


I found My Voice

in Chapters today

rising from the Well–Being section


My Voice was heard

above a wall of five stacks

–counted for My Husband–


“What Does Well–Being



 My Host picked Me up in The Late Afternoon

March 31st 1993

I wasn’t ready still in My Bathrobe

My Host patted Me “Don’t worry You can take It off

when We get there — They’ll be Delighted”

We arrived early

at Windows On The World

at the coat check where men without jackets

borrow jackets I disrobed

walked in on The Arm of My Host

to be seated at A Table for Three

My Host coaxed “What would You like to drink?”

“I Think Old-fashioned” It came

It came again and We switched

to Champagne

The Menus appeared

I couldn’t make up My Mind

My Host had to indicate The Appetizer:

Oysters On The Half Shell and Someone

dropped in A Pearl for Me to find

for Me to contemplate

I turned The Pearl in My Mind

questioning Its Meaning while

My Host laughed

“That’s Nothing!”

On Came The Lights

The Chandeliers

from the ceiling came streaking down

in Silver all around Me

on My Head and in My Naked Lap —

Oh My God, Oh My God! OH MY GOD!”

so dazzled stunned I could not eat

The Main Course

I got up to get My Robe

I tried to leave

My Host was determined

to have Me

so We walked Arm-in-Arm

to a little cafe down by The Hudson

where We sat in Semi-Darkness

This Time I found My Mind

in the quiet I ordered My Dessert

I picked It because of Its name


was chocolate in every form

even the whipped cream was chocolate

deep in Its centre was a hollow filled

with a kind of gelatin I had never tasted

could never describe

but It was the most delicate flavour

ever to grace My Tongue

I decided to stay There Forever

but The Host wanted Me to Dance

The Host wanted Me to Revel in All That Had Been Known

All That Could Be

to See All Things New and so I did

I did for weeks its seemed until

The Night-time Drive

along an empty Thruway

to arrive at The House

of The Untiring Host

on No Sleep

at The Great Black Cloister

inside a Cultivated Retreat

The Host announced “I have a Visitor

I would like You to meet” and again

I was shy

being in My Bathrobe but The Host assured Me

that would be fine

This Visitor Could Take Anything

“Is He In?” I asked exhausted

“He’ll be with You at 10:22”

I had no choice but to wait

sitting in an ungainly Waiting Room

What was Happening?

At The Appointed Time

The Host lead Me down a long corridor

to a Hidden Room

not really a room — An Examining Room

The Host had Me sit

in The Examining Room until

The Visitor arrived

not much taller than Me

The Visitor had quick eyes

a half smile which was good

enough for Me

He didn’t say Hello being The Visitor

but wasn’t I a Visitor too?

I Knew Then I Had Been Tricked

“I have something To Tell –” I blurted to My Visitor

“These things happen –” He hedged

again I had No Choice:

“I Have Something I Am COMPELLED To Say”

My Visitor stood with Folded Arms

I pleaded, “Would You Believe — Would You Accept What I Have To Say?”

His Arms Unfolded, “Yes Go Ahead Tell Me”

There Is A God.”

And Our Host is Still Laughing His Goddamn Head Off