ONE  LONE  WINDBLOWN  POEM  (6-30-19, 8:22pm, Palm Springs, CA, while sitting in a Spa, watching darkness fall)

one lone    
wind blown  
palm  
stands alone  
in silhouetted  
solitude  
against this  
quickly fading  
western deserts  
softly illumined  
pre dusk gloamings  
washed out  
pale  
blue white lights  
silent descension  
here into  
soon now  
darkening night  
as its wild  
lions maned  
fluidly whipping  
clustered fronds  
swaying  
dancing  
faintly whispering  
high above  
its welcome  
summons song    
to this    
deeper  
cooler  
fast encroaching  
new desert nights  
sweet  soft  
lullaby like nocturne  
now presently  
closing in  
as its many  
slithering  
wind whipped  
long  black tendrilled  
sky licking  
tongues    
gracefully lashing  
out their  
prolonged  
perhaps even  
all night long  
ignored    
unheard  
energetically organic    
poems  
hypnotic  
primal tome  
from high atop    
its lonesome  
slender  
towering trunk  
stretched out  
upwards  
into and through  
last lights  
dwindling fade  
as if to  
covertly  
shake dance  
wave  
under the cloak    
of enveloping  
darkness  
come  
its voiceless  
lonesome    
appeal  
for some kind  
of even higher  
attention    
to respond  
to its  
singular isolations  
innermost  
longing  
down here  
perhaps as some  
hopeful  
plea or prayer  
sent up    
to the distant  
faint twinkling    
pin point stars  
above  
as some    
form of  
attempted    
near desperate  
intercession  
though selflessly  
for itself  
vibrationally signaling    
its inner needs  
out    
like some ancient  
mystic spell  
into the seemingly  
ever deepening  
vacuum  
of this increasingly  
star pricked  
freshly fallen  
equally mystical    
sweet desert  
summers    
night    
just as i    
here  
in sensing  
these things  
whether through  
my fluid imagination    
or deep intuition  
alone    
suddenly    
come to see  
and realize  
here myself  
that this    
one  lone  
solo    
wind blown palm  
standing  
growing  
here    
all alone
by itself  
is in    
its own way  
simultaneously  
and mysteriously  
also reflectively  
somehow  
mirroring me  
here in my  
own  
one  lone  
solo  
windblown  
lonesome life  
both as my  
shadow  
as well    
as me myself  
now sitting    
here  
likewise alone    
silhouetted against  
the pale  
blue white    
soft  bright  
underwater light  
of this    
heated spa  
im submerged  
neck deep in    
while    
looking up  
into this    
now  
fully fallen  
blue black  
velvet  
seemingly    
boundless vacuum  
of empty  
space beyond  
which    
in truth  
contains  
virtually everything  
seen  unseen  
known  unknown  
here  
in this  
sweet summers  
dreamlike  
deserts    
now fully fallen  
deeply mystic  
star stippled  
though presently  
moonless  
420 enhanced  
expansively  
contemplative  
night