My Favourite Hat & His Favourite Hat

"My Favourite Hat"

Walking down the street one day
an electric wind forced my hat flying,
so i quickly grabbed it,
and began to roll and mold it between my palms.

I squeezed it solid to a torrent of dust,
and blew the remains from my hands
like flower petals that once fell
from my parents' wedding day roses.

Refusing my wandering mind,
I took three steps to my left,
retrieved my hat
and made it to class in a moment flat

"His Favourite Hat"

... so i used my sturdy cane to prop these frail limbs.
Squatting to secure the young man's hat from a quick retreat.
And as i bend low, I turned my head and focused on young - widening eyes.
Found myself crying while he graciously shared the white, bright shimmer from his eye -
absorbing my aged mind,
which quickly considered the reason of time.

Without seperation, we'd all be one.

Squatting on a broken sidewalk,
with tears falling toward a curling, opening smile.
I saw this hat as mine, and this stalling youth within me
- sharing unspoken gestures of love.
All on a day Time fell asleep,
and humanities atom's embraced,
and Emotion settled within me,
a quick retraction of existance,
a pause of important minutes -
then explosion back to realities' existance.
Saved as another hazy old-man-memory
as I resume my crooked stance,
and follow my cane, guided from the top
the few final steps to the coffee shop.

Jordan R Shaver