What Is The Sound: A Palm Sunday poem

 

Date Palm

What is the sound of palm branches waving

Jesus into Jerusalem in style?

Imagine it air swishing in a hush

more reverent than whoops, more musical

than song.  Imagine wooshes in rhythm

with hooves on cobblestones.  And see ahead

eyes meeting eyes, garments swooshing garments.

And hear it today, now, with moveable

feasts waiting at Easter, Passover, at

the break-fast of Ramadan, in households

of rich and poor and everyone between. 

We stop to eat where cultures meet over

food and drink, always the palm fronds rustling,

always the air shushes, hushes, and hums.

 

April 2nd 2023 Prompt at The Linnet's Wings:
Show the grace and empathy found in the natural world

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