10 April 2022

By Philip Kuepper

The spirit’s idea of fun,
and mine,
were proving not to dovetail.
It lifted my cap
off my head, and, using it
like a frisbee,
flung it out to sea.
There it lay
capping white a wave,
which the wave seemed to find
quite dashing,
and floated away with it.
I was livid with the spirit.
It was my favorite cap.
A gaff hook, a gaff hook,
my cap, for a gaff hook!
I fumed, as the spirit
danced about, gleefully.
I was in no mood to endure a jester.
Then the moment passed.
The spirit dissipated.
Still, my cap, my cap.
Oh, well. May the wave wear it,
and wear it well.

(28 February 2022)