Journal to a Muse

IF: Hats

Exchanging Hats

Unfunny uncles who insist
in trying on a lady's
hat,
--oh, even if the joke falls flat,
we share your slight
transvestite twist

in spite of our embarrassment.
Costume and custom
are complex.
The headgear of the other sex
inspires us to experiment.

Anandrous aunts, who, at the beach
with paper plates upon your laps,
keep putting on the yachtsmen's caps
with exhibitionistic screech,

the visors hanging o'er the ear
so that the golden anchors drag,
--the tides of fashion never lag.
Such caps may not be worn next year.

Or you who don the paper plate
itself, and put some grapes upon it,
or sport the Indian's feather bonnet,
--perversities may aggravate

The nattural madness of the hatter.
And if the opera hats collapse
and crowns grow draughty, then, perhaps,
he thinks what might a miter
matter?

Unfunny uncle, you who wore a
hat too big, or one too many,
tell us, can't you, are there any
stars inside your black fedora?

Aunt exemplary and slim,
with avernal eyes, we wonder
what slow
changes they see under
their vast, shady, turned-down brim.

Elizabeth Bishop

(There's another "hat" illustration and poem here.