The twisted palm brought to mind the laughing children, the over-stuffed prison cells in the Cayes jail, the family of seven sharing a one-room hut, the sweaty, gnarled old men dragging pull-carts behind them and the old women sitting in the dark by the roadside selling their wares. There is nothing stronger than the will to live, to produce, and to reach to the heavens and declare, “I exist!”
Thursday, April 12, 2007
twisted palms
I saw a palm tree by the side of the road today. At first glance, it looked fallen. Then I noticed that the trunk lay parallel to the ground but then bent up at a ninety-degree angle. Sitting only a few feet off the ground were the full-grown palm leaves and clusters of healthy looking cocoanuts. 
The twisted palm brought to mind the laughing children, the over-stuffed prison cells in the Cayes jail, the family of seven sharing a one-room hut, the sweaty, gnarled old men dragging pull-carts behind them and the old women sitting in the dark by the roadside selling their wares. There is nothing stronger than the will to live, to produce, and to reach to the heavens and declare, “I exist!”
The twisted palm brought to mind the laughing children, the over-stuffed prison cells in the Cayes jail, the family of seven sharing a one-room hut, the sweaty, gnarled old men dragging pull-carts behind them and the old women sitting in the dark by the roadside selling their wares. There is nothing stronger than the will to live, to produce, and to reach to the heavens and declare, “I exist!”
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