Hats

Here we all are

In spinning space 

If we just stop a moment and

Reflect

     A moment -

We can then reach 

Some sense of connection 

With

That bit of contact

Is precious 

And well worth giving up 

A bit of rushing about -

     For it 

We haven't got 

That much longer to find 

This joyfulness - 

Within 

Secret is -

It belongs to us 

As our right 

     - Bought by 

Being here 

They may tell you 

It isn't yours 

And belongs to someone 

     Else 

(They most surely will) 

They will make rules and schools 

 - And add robes 

     And hats 

Have you noticed that

It's always hats -

Hats for this 

And hats for that -

It seems they fight wars 

About 

Who wears which hat

Or cap, or scarf -

Just so

Who can wear what 

And when 

Upon their head

Or cut their hair or not 

Or beard or 

Lamb chops 

Sideburns

Or not

Why is it anybody's business 

But ours ?

I wonder 

This spinning ball 

We rest upon 

Will probably not be disturbed

By headwear

This corner of the galaxy may 

Get along quite nicely 

Without 

Knowing about 

The headgear perched upon

The puny 

Human