Teach the pilgrim
a new dance.
You make the music,
the dance called standing still,

staying right here,
sitting on the lawn
loving the daffodils
till they fade,
                             then loving
the irises till they wilt
then loving the rose of Sharon
and it’s almost autumn,

slip inside and watch the leaves
strip from the trees and float
past you till the snowflakes
sift down so beautifully,
each one a crystal message,

now the world is white
as a page and you can finally
write down your journey
and be at peace. Sleep now,
this is Jerusalem.

                                            29 July 2020