I lay my head in the spanning palm of her leaf,

a tall gracious rising of greenness

from out of the pond’s living muck.

My head, without thought, becomes that of a newborn

held aloft in unexpected and vibrant tenderness.

On bended knee, bowed in thanks,

words disappear, a ribbon of silver.

In a clear and generous light

she offers her presence to anyone slow enough

to accept the invitation.