The Old Palm Tree - Aug. 30, 2022

cabbage leaves

in a rose’s whirl

perch high

on the crooked

finger of a trunk

too tall to shade

too high for birds

perfectly playful

in a soft wind

manic in a fierce one

the sun closer than

any earthly scurry

a moon always near

if I was her

feeling adopted

by these heavenly parents

I might question my future

to continue growing higher

higher would I lose touch

with everything below

forget where I came from

or worse

never escape

the feeling of a life

lacking purpose