I do not write poetry. I just don’t dare calling my little writings this way. What I write is just verses that come into my head once in a while, and sometimes need to be vocalized. Sometimes I have a soft smile, most of the times tears in my eyes, and other times gentle and quiet music or old forgotten songs are flowing through my head. And then they come right when I am just walking somewhere or running an errand:
There is a cat
Strolling ‘cross the road
Leisurely. Like she is in Jerusalem.
And then there is me
Walking about my day
Pretending I am home.
But I am not.
Everywhere I turn, I am going to Jerusalem.