Do you remember the little outfits you had in childhood? There’s a photo of me somewhere–I was dressed as a grocer. I thought the market was a magical. In another snap shot I’m leaning over a cardboard toilet paper insert (my microphone) pretending to be a news broadcaster.
When we wore those costumes we had no faces. Sometimes when I was very little I’d press my face to the mullioned window. I couldn’t see but the glass was cold. It was possible to be no one and everyone.
The imagination allows us to get around on the tips of our toes. My father bought me a cowboy hat. I was the tippy toe outlaw among the pine trees.
Let us dress up as we once did–not to impress anyone but to admit our hunger.
And without knowing the outcome….