FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

how i wish to be like the
mat weaver of our place

he is 95 years old and still
making mats dyed to pure
colors of art, nothing more
nothing less

his wife left him and his
kids named him irresponsible
he is alone in the old house that
his forefathers left him
eating out what is due to
legacy and inheritance

he does not speak much
preferring the silence of his
weaving as though they are
just words unspoken

"nothing is for sale" he writes
a note on the left side of the
door

we know his rules. You come
you go. Do not take anything
from me.

Back to his weaving. Mats,
and mats, nothing more and
nothing less.

No rewards. No praise.
Nothing more nothing less.

I couldn't help it. I write.