my hat, and clouds

by walterdoege

here where I live is summertime…midst summertime…at holidays I walk near the sea, after sundown…new moon, new dawns…walking along the beach I stayed at a bistrot…ask for two cups of coffee and water…and stayed for a while…the sun was still spreading shynning light…summer light…I check out my scheduled activities…some cancelled classes of summer activities…my surf class…my waterski class…and almost all other itens…most of the days I stay at the chalet…near the sea, at a beach site close to trees and near a lake, little lake…that beach shows a bay shape…at noonday, after lunch…I dream a little…wake up near the time for my daily walking along the beach…yesterday I stayed for hours at the public library…my best resort for quiet days of sunny heat…today, after some steps at the sand…the sea water brings some pleasant senses to my body…today, a wind steadly come from the ocean…the birds flying…sand moving uo from little sand hills…some beautiful blue bird flight at moon set horizon…then, I noticed ‘where is my summer hat, if not in my head?…the blue bird blows loud and high…I saw my summer hat…near the bird flight…over the clouds…moving…in speed…looping movements…over the clouds…at night, the invitation to the party…it’s carnaval…it’s midst summertime…at saloons, at streets…near our souls…inside this writing…where’s my hat?…sure!, blowing in the wind…better for my hat…my head is near the clouds too…sensing the wind…touching my joyous tears…another dream…perhaps