In My Tidy House
The Word of God
lies stuck against the back
of My Broom Closet —
It, The Word, is in poster form
tucked away
for only Those Who
dare to clean
or to hang up an extra coat —
for My Closet
holds a rod
Eye have risen from The Vision
of standing on a big wide beach
around here somewhere
with no one there but Me
and as I stood at the edge of no waves
I felt that I was The Contaminant
and Eye called out, and out
to My Daughter Eliza
—- Eye have re-created The Holy Trinity:
God The Mother, Daughter and The Holy Ghost
Maria’s Death was Accidental
No One was to Blame
Not Even God
We Come From The Light
Of The Star Called Sun & Moon
Why? We Must Know Why
EYE
DO
PRECISION
WORK
In My Favourite Restaurant
Eye overheard The Waiter
Talking to The Cook:
“How can You have time
for God and Your Wife?”
Eye called out from My Booth:
“What if God and Your Wife
are One and The Same?”
Eye can have My Church
here, hear upon The Beach
I can walk, wake with The Birds
in the social structure of solitude
in the company of Life
Eye can shine with The New Sun
The Human Mind can
and does believe anything:
Believe what you want
I have been embraced
by a high white Baptist Church
and let go
like a helium balloon
by the ties
of my mother’s death
Joanna Gilman Hyde 