THE HAT OF MANY HEADS:

The many hatted head bounces off the walls & rages.
A big fat cloud of ‘stuff’ hangs over the morning,
loading good cheer with heavy thoughts & rumbles.
I walk up to the cloud, stick my head inside &
there’s nothing there, just misty wetness & a
familiar aftertaste I can rinse with a few tools
from the guru’s toolbox. Behind the wheel I watch
hedgerows turn red to celebrate the sunrise,
driving deliberately slow to re-set a speeding head.
Drivers of heavy tracks smile & wave as I pull over
to let them pass & with each wave the mood gets lighter.

(K)