We need room.
We need space to stretch.
We need time to consider.
Flashes of inspiration are well and good,
but reflection needs room for rumination.
If you’re going to go out in public
with your hair a disaster,
and tell me it’s okay, because you’re wearing a hat,
could you please wear a fedora or a bowler?
Something with a little panache?
A Homburg or a Panama, perhaps?
Anything but a ball cap? Because you don’t play ball,
and I don’t believe in capping potential.
He needs to spend some time at Goorin Brothers Hat Shop…
The lake has captured the sky
reflecting clouds on blue silk,
shore lines doubled,
snow dusted trees, like brushes,
suspended half way between reality
in a magic mirror of spring.
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Shawn Bird is an author, poet, and educator in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary and a former Rotary Youth Exchange Student.
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