The coconut came to land,
On the damp and even sand,
Of an island in the ocean, in the east.
On its third side it set,
Its face all dark and wet,
Glad the ceaseless surging had ceased.
It had been long at sea,
Or at least it seemed to me,
That it might have come from a land afar.
Where the wind had forced it in,
To the home of scale and fin,
And it blinked on the blue like a star,
Till in due time and space,
It was left as useful waste,
Settled by the sea, on the sand.
It was life in its beginning,
A palm in the making,
When the coconut came to join the land. – eab, – 10/67
Written my first fall teaching Literature at Hobe Sound Bible College. Inspired by a coconut seen on the beach of Jupiter Island. This is my first song.
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