Goodness - what a morning!
what a morning and a half!
Arrived on Fire Island from flight the night before
-not allowed to pack with carry-on a hairspray can.
First task - look for some hairspray
-Simple unscented hairspray
- even any hairspray -
but no, no such luck!
At the general stores shopped
on this tiny strip of a holiday island -
no hairspray to be found -
not one can -
either a spray or even a press button.
When enquiring, the answer was sorry, all gone.
My hair already by this time, was flying away -
one untidy mop!
Nothing to keep it tidily together,
desperate for the want of some hair spray!
What am I to do - a week without hairspray,
can you believe it!
Tightly packed rails of beach and fun wear,
formal and casual attire,
large stocks of make-up and costume jewelry,
knicknacks and handmade pottery,
gifts, paintings, crayons and pens -
but not one can of hairspray!
Thankfully, had packed an electric roller brush -
A quick tidy up - would do for limited time.
Then - salvation!
advised that bathroom had a can of hair gel!
Decided to go back in time - to the scrunch.
Emerged to a room of smiles of approval,
great - takes years off!
Well, that sold it for me!
The gel saved the day - no
not just the day but the week!
A tidy head of hair unfazed by the wind - and -
just a one minute upkeep for the day!
Written at Fire Island, NY - 28th August 2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem