My Morning Walk...

My Morning Walk

The sun punches through in a 

white shining ball

To the sound of a single 

unseen seagull's call

The sand, sky, and ocean all 

lack clear distinction

Reality fades to a blurred case 

of fiction...

Entry Notes To Self..my hats

Can A Hat Be A Metaphor?

I like my hat,

or hats rather, I have several, you see.

They separate me in my mind 

from someone else I might be,

but the someone without my hat 

is the someone you would not meet. 

You would not find me without my hats...

I won't come out and that's that.

I'm  not a charming fellow, the me, without a hat, 

We are all probably better off 

if I keep some thoughts under my hat.

My summer fedora is the best you see

Shades me from sun and wind and the sea

Keeping in tune to the sound of my heart

Hears my silent applause, for no one to hear

A feeling of gratitude from those who are near

Still no one around, absolutely no sound

But a smile suddenly creeps

While around everything sleeps

The heart always goes

What the eye always shows

My fedora whispers in my ear

Never give up that feeling you hold

Seems my summer fedora always knows...