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.

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