We play many roles in life and wear many hats: the human, the individual, the romantic, the man or woman, the parent, etc. 

Can you make a connection with someone who seems so foreign to you, someone who wears hats you can’t begin to understand? Hats that - on first glance - may even seem threatening to you? 

Is it possible to wear many hats without losing yourself, to integrate them into one “I”?

These are some questions I explore in my poetry, questions that float around in my head, under my own many hats.

Underneath

all my hats,

my eyes—

they stay the same.

Windows

into my soul,

that’s ’who

“I”

am.

I am not

any of my hats

or roles.

I’m just another

kindred 

soul.