Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Under His Hat


'Through the Eyes of a Child'.


We will never know
What is going on
Under his hat.
And he will not remember.
He slashes at the sand
With his stick.
Is he angry,
Yet still unused to the sensation?
Has someone said
'Time to go home!'
And he cannot explain
Why he suddenly feels
In a turmoil,
Frustrated, seething, ready to cry?
Slash! Slash!
Is he imagining a scene?
Is there a great dinosaur
Writhing in front of him?
Is the boy all-powerful, majestic and in control?
Slash! Slash!
Or does he just like the sound?
Slash! Slash!
We will never know.
And he will not remember.
But a lot is going on
Under his hat.




I am intrigued by the start of things;
What lies at the very heart of things.
For ceremonials seem to be set
Firmly in amber and yet.... and yet....
'It's always been done this way' they say.
But 'always' had its own natal day.
Someone, once, said 'Let's all kneel!'
Or 'I vote we hear the church-bells peal!'
Or 'How about if we shout Hip Hip!'
Or 'Lets walk in a circle and then dip!'
'I know!' another would say 'Then I'm
Going to say a really important rhyme!'
'Let's all throw our hats in the air!'
Another will say ' And tear our hair!'
Ideas must have surfaced one by one;
They probably had a lot of fun!
I bet they quarreled and disagreed
Over timing, wording, dance and deed!
Finally, feeling most frustrated
Someone must have stood up and stated
'The king's crowned tomorrow! It's up to me
To create something called a cer-e-mon-y.
Understand! We're on a mission,
Creating something they'll call TRADITION!
In hundreds of years I can hear them say
'Of course, it's always been done this way.'


Steve Isaak said...

"Under His Hat" - Thanks for this familiar-yet-fresh (by grace of whimsical cinematic tightly-structured writing). . . reminded me of my stepson when he was younger, for the brief time I got to be his stepdad.

Excellent work.

Brian Miller said...

ha. i have two boys and often wonder what is going on in that head (under that hat)...would be nice to get a peak...smiles. nice one shot!

Gabriela Abalo said...

"children have neither past nor future; they enjoy the present, which very few of us do." ~Jean de la Bruyere

Nice poem!

Anonymous said...

From times back, I put you in my "favorittes"
and now, visiting ones again your rimes makes me smiling, and thinking
Lifes is very special, so let us enjoy it totally :-D

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

playful and cute sentiments,

thanks for sharing!

dustus said...

Nicely worded thoughts regarding the projection of a child's perception. Enjoyed reading it. thanks

Claudia said...

really love this - have three children myself and was often wondering what was going on under their hats...

Ben Langhinrichs said...

What a fun way to reflect on the mysteries inside a child's head. With three kids of my own (all past this stage, all still unknowable), I can relate to the wonder expressed here.

I invite you to come over and read my poem and let me know what you think: The Sleeping Bench

Teresa said...

I just love "Under the Hat"! It is so true about the complex thoughts going on. You do a great job of capturing several possibilities.

Jerry said...

I tip my hat to you. Just this evening one of my kids told me I need to grow up...If the hat fits...

nice poem...thanks.

Shashidhar Sharma said...

Very true... you can see the child while reading this poetry.. I liked it a lot...

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Beachanny said...

Great topic. So many little boys love hats, sometimes won't take them off and then they grow up and don't even own one. I love a man in a hat. I'd like to say of my man..I wonder what's going on under your hat..maybe a tango? Very clever and insightful work. Thanks for posting. Gay (@beachanny)

Marshy said...

oh how i wish i could be under that hat too...instead of being this grumpy misery i am fast becoming..thanks for sharing with one shot...cheers pete

PattiKen said...

How wonderful the minds of children, such fertile ground where little seeds grow to full-blown thoughts and ideas, where imagination builds worlds more real than any that can be seen. He may be a knight slaying the dragon, or just a little boy expressing his frustration at Mommy's call.