At first the idea of the hat might have been a cover-up,
a need to move through the world without being seen.
But down deep, I know that wanting led to it
and not the other way around.
The hat became a strange kind of mask, like some feathered piece, a
a frontispiece for a new beginning.
It held me in place, a marker, a divot for the spirit.
The idea of it wilder, greater than the actual hat could ever be.