The Joshua Tree

For Joshua

The Joshua Tree 

He’s a Joshua Tree.

He’s green,

a man with fire in his hands,

a man with a plan,

who can

be who he wants to be.

He’s a Joshua Tree,

green,

sees more than you or me.

He’s a blade of grass,
a hollow reed,
Kick ass.
Bad ass when he wants to be,

but to me he is simply ~
a Joshua tree.

He’s lean.

Only mean when he needs to be.

Other than that,

he is simply ~
a Joshua Tree.
With sheets to the wind,
sailing in,

I lean on him,

he leans on me

and whenever we’re tired

and need to just be

we stand,
feet firm,

in the fire,
burn 
with our hands
where they always will  be,
resting a while,

on the Joshua Tree.

ldn