Divinity on Rachis

 Humid valley
my smile widens
in it's narrow gap
I trudge into the humidity

grass encloses around each ankle
I walk parallel to a river
Covered by bush and wild banana
The distant burble hardly discernible

I pass the ever reaching mango trees
Sparse fruit too high to reach
colored green blue and red
On the ground opened and orange

I witness a completely balanced banana palm
So symmetrical the leaves and the flowering downward stalk
One singular banana hangs from the long rachis
A Godlike fruit That I could claim now