My Palm Tree

I sit on a palm tree a tall palm tree centuries old legacy of a thousand births legacy of the land of a thousand palms migrations to the big city migrations across seas across oceans and still, I sit on the palm tree wherever I go I take the palm tree along I think it belongs to me it thinks I belong to it But I know that neither is real I like to believe that the palm tree puts things in perspective being high up in it, I think I can see better, farther while all the while, all I see are palm fronds and of course, other palm trees I sit on the palm tree afraid to come down unwilling to come down I populate universities appreciate art comment on the state of affairs from the safety of my palm tree I travel the world untouched by it protected by my palm tree I hate my palm tree but I don't come down because it can't leave me and I can't leave it.