Coconut on Your Head
When the night falls like an apple from a tree but your call to a friend drops like a coconut on your head
It finally dawns that no matter the words you've been reassured the promises you've been told the hugs you've been given
It all ceases as quickly as those words or gestures
You may have friendly hands but who will chew your food? beat your heart? move your hands? see with your eyes & dance with your legs?