Palms, Olives and Thorns

Holy Thursday made a pilgrimage back to L.A,

where the grains of mustard seeds 

grow as large as the kingdom of heaven,

orange poppies border the highway,

citrus blossoms and jasmine perfume the car,

palm trees line the streets the same 

as they do out here in the desert —

out here where everything seems so foreign

Jeff bought me one of those apps to identify 

plants so I might get more familiar —

more comfortable with my surroundings.

Out here, besides the palm trees, 

date, jelly and more, I’ve identified 

the Honey Mesquite, the Mexican Palo Verde, 

aka the Jerusalem Thorn, the olive 

trees and plants also conducive 

to the Middle East, to the Garden 

of Gethsemane where Judas betrayed Jesus 

who sweats blood today, Good Friday,

agonizing over his mortality, losing faith 

in the kingdom of heaven if only for a moment

I am familiar with these tales 

I’ve found a home in the desert.

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