Walking in rain

Walking in rain

I put on

that old

light brown

Fedora hat

to walk out

in the rain.

A hat

that’s worn

from use

stained

on the brim

but fits

as it sits

over

my brow.

I prefer hats

to hoods

better to see

and to hear

what surrounds

than enveloped

in plastic

that baffles

the senses

Reminds me.

A word

to the wise

I’m proud

of my skin.

It speaks

of experience

a certain

amount

of knowledge

built up

over years.

Kindness too.

Wisdom

sometimes.

 

 

RAC