Held to Earth by fiber and root

Palm leaves contort in the wind

like words flung across a thunder

filled room, end over end, between

our quarreling anger

You have no idea the effect

your words had on me last night

in bare feet, water dripping

from just-shampooed hair

and frustrated eyes, I wrapped

a shield of silence

around my body, a security blanket,

while your voice boomed

its disapproval

Palm leaves wiggle and chatter,

each frond single yet attached

to the petiole,

every petiole dependent on

the rooted stem

In stormy weather it’s tossed but

it’s flexible, not allowing

Nature’s tantrums to break it

Kinda like our love