What is crazy?
When does the hatter drink his tea?

Two people can trade the same name,
But whose head gets the hat?

Who ushers the hat?
Who announces the hat?

The priest, the alchemist, the bard, the noble?
Before long, they too call hatters.

Wear it like a thorny crown when no one seems to grasp what’s grappled alone.

Now, how goes the walk?

—“With a slight limp, peculiar…
Why, they’re too far gone to fix into me.”

They limp from the stoning of yesterday.
Hold a stone,
and your heart may begin to feel heavy today.

Today and tomorrow, can you hear their sorrow?

Please, if but for a moment, let us watch the tears of loons fall like hidden rain.
Crown me crazy, but I hope to hold a rainbow in their rainfall.

© Norman Oaks