On Origin’s Storage in Delirium

Who wore the first hat?
Not just some large leaf
Held over the head
And then tossed aside—
An actual hat,

A reusable
Item of headgear,
Reeds or fur or hide,
Whatever, a hat,
A purposeful hat

Where there never was
A hat. You can’t know.
No one ever will
Know exactly that,
And that’s exactly

The point—not the hat,
Not firstness in hats,
But the origin
Of any old thing,
The first this or that.

There must be someone
Just did something first
A moment ago,
Something old hat in
A lifetime or so.