Unlikely partners,
these two,
One tall and statuesque,
the other short and squat.

One, firm and defined,
Hands neatly latch their way
up the ladder of the palm tree bark.

The other, raucous and unwieldy,
Green sprigs, as a rogue lock
Escaping from the ponytail.

One, disciplined and ordered.
the other, doing as it pleases.

How in the world did these two meet?

Surely, a random occasion
when this stick settled in.
Blown in upon the wind
to lodge here
in the clutches,
the talons,
the grip of such an unwelcome embrace.

Yet,
here nestled one in the other,
firm and strong, reaching upward,
splayed and supple, reaching inward.

Both,
enjoying the same patch of ground,
to be nourished in the same grassy noll.

“Glad to meet you.”

“So glad you happened by.”

“Why not sit and rest a spell?”

“Don’t mind if I do.” … “My, this is comfortable.”

“Will you stay?”

Somehow,
they become each other.