I was forbidden things
In younger days
I couldn’t do this
I couldn’t do that
I wore a black hat
A spiritual hood
That kept me good
Then the wind
Blew my hat off.
Suddenly my brain
Was exposed to sunlight
New adventures previously hidden
New joys before forbidden
New philosophies
I painted acrylics
Up in a tree
Drew some pictures
With tinctures
Vivid and livid
For you to see.
I was a poet
Up in that tree
Writing words
Of fantasy.
I played the sax
While in that tree
Wrote a song
About being free.
The Hat never came back.
That was me
My hat blown off
My brain spewing out
In bits and bytes
That made me curse
The universe.
Drugs the curse.
My limits were endless.
I abused my freedom
Love made useless
Hedonist kingdom.
That was me
Young and free
Now I am old
Living in isolation
Illusions of freedom
Gone with the wind
My hatless brain
Emptied of grey matter
Rendered impotent
As an ominous pre-death event
Would that I
Were young again
To choose a better way
Would that I
Grow old again
With different words to say.
July 3, 2020
Written as an assignment for reading at the next discussion led by The Reverend Aubrey Hemminger at the WestEnd Commons.