In 1977 I spent 9 months in Bermuda programming and installing a database for an international insurance company. I worked hard and played harder in those days. I also spent a fair amount of time alone and introspective, observing stuff. Like palm trees.
Who do the palms wave at
When the wind blows cool
With the rain slanting down?
Is it washing dancing on the line
To a private sunshine tune?
Or a bedraggled puppy
Racing home in soggy confusion?
Are they just moving their bodies
To nature’s ancient rhyme?