The Colander Call (POEM)

As I wear my colander, I begin to reflect,

on the fact that my head — now does not sweat,

“Oh what a relief,” I shout to the world, 

As my joy reaches the heavens and my soul unfurls.

Like a lovely bud — of a rose heaven sent, 

or the upraised arms of a child to her parent,

My head feels cool and I relax and accept,

that all is well now and I no longer feel inept

My silliness knows no bounds, and it allows me to speak,

what my heart feels today and my mind has kept meek,

I am arising from my shackles — standing strong and tall,

as the winds slide under my wings and my heart calls:

“Dear friends, chill out, stop worrying today,

Wear your colander proudly — and come what may.

Let the ego dissolve — for once in your life,

and rejoice in the UNITY of doing something crazy and trife.”