snow in Jerusalem
yesterday, and Tel Aviv
what is one to make of such
a poem, all to itself
without interpretation
it speaks to ineffable beauty
to the unexpected
if it is possible to stand still in such a moment
to repeat to oneself, snow in Jerusalem
as if it were a prayer instigated by children
who think that by wishing it so
they can bring down the stars
then so be it
let snow in Jerusalem stand for its own mystery
beyond history:
the accumulation of dreams.
mary angela douglas 27 january 2022
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