The Hat In Blues And Greens Poem by Mirela Athanas

I wore a Hat that summer
While walking on the seashore,
It was of colors blue and green,
It brought the Sun through woven holes,
With some reflections never seen.

The wind blew it often
Throwing it to the Ocean waves,
Many times I ran to catch it
And put it back even wet.

The wind blew it often
Throwing it to the sparkling sand,
Many times I ran to catch it
Wearing it even ingrained.

The wind blew it often
Throwing it to the golden shells,
All the times I ran to catch it,
Wearing it even with bells.

My face was glowing.
With dripping bubbles from the sea
Turning in shades of blues and greens,
Crystallized by sandy grains.

The wind blew if often
To the waves, to the sand,
To the shells and up in air;
Every time I ran to catch it,
And put it back as my shield.

Now...
It sits there in the corner
The Hat in blues and greens;
Heeding the curtain's murmur,
Waiting for the wind;
Could the wind take it away?
Could it fly to a beautiful place?
Could I run fast to catch it,
To see splendors I haven't seen?
Could the wind from the window
Blow it far, far away
Could I run fast to catch it
To the dawning of a whole new day?


 
Mirela A. J.  - Aug 2014