My latest original five-line poem, inspired partly by the tree that stands in the field behind my house, which I see every day when walking the good boy, and by the current events of the day.
A Psalm in the Palm
I still think about the man who knelt down, dug his hand into the ground
and showed me all the life teeming within the dirt upon his palm;
how that life finds root even underfoot, our foot, our hand;
why, even on a day when the shade seems to hang heaviest,
one can find the teeming is towering — its psalm the loudest.
Milam's Musings 