The Palm Tree Swing
When I need to collect my thoughts,
I return to the palm tree swing.
The sea comes in,
Goes out.
It soothes and collects my ideas.
The rhythm of the sea
Is a touchstone,
Gathering in each inspiration
In time with each sway of the seat.
There is a palpable sense of solitude,
Yet I do not feel alone.
Just peaceful.
I have a sure sense that I possess space,
Space to be myself.
Space to reach the right decisions.
I can always count on the palm tree swing.