It’s a bit late this Friday to think about writing a poem, so I’m reaching into my personal archive with a poem I wrote in 2013 as I was completing my MFA from National University.

I have never commuted by train to any city, let alone Philadelphia, but I live here in Lancaster, Pennsylvania and it is certainly possible that I could. I have woven a hat, probably around that time, with a charcoal wool. I cannot find that hat otherwise the photo here would be of said hat.

I wear a lot of hats and because of that I lose them often. I also wear some hats that I’ve found. Who knows where they will go, or who else might wear them.

The picture here is of our tree last year which had to be held up with string. It was about 13 feet tall, or five feet taller than our tree this year. Excess is not best, in my humble opinion. That tree had to be cut in two to get it out of our house.

We have four children that live in four time zones. Two of them are coming home tomorrow, signaling the start of the Christmas season and the reason I enjoy this time so much. None of them wear hats as much as I do.

None of them shaves their head, though. At least, not yet.

I’m throwing an AI picture in here since WordPress makes it so easy. I’m giving it the prompt of my poem. Let’s see what we get, shall we?