I lost your Licuala fan palm once seen everywhere
unless I found it in a special garden collecting
palms from every land and then
I lost your rhythm of heavy rain falling
again and again until the garden was
a lake and the day off work –
that might bring to family rained in
some respite from the demands of everyday life
to just sit and be family in song.
I lost that feeling of catching your
sun rise above the ocean if I felt so inclined or
sunrises above the cane
-across the road
I saw an ibis on a rooftop,
wondered if she dreamed herself with you.
A baby butcher bird adopted my family by the clothesline
sang to them life’s mysteries of
the lost and found.
(c) June Perkins
Prompt 3- Using Line Breaks from Tweetspeak
Licuala Rainforest – June Perkins