Artichokes like Comets
The Fronds
I could see the fronds,
shadowed on my skin,
like jewelry,
like something heirloom.
I had left a cold house.
A house without adventure,
a house that didn’t take risks.
I was ready now for a new life.
In a home that I could fill
with warm things,
loving things,
things with souls,
and good people.
I felt happy when I looked up;
Up at the palms,
watching them move without fear,
I knew I was where I needed to be.
Home.