I STOP WALKING
I stop walking
The wind is pleasantly cool-
I sit down on the wooden bench
Surrounded by fields of weeds and wildflowers
The sky is light - grey spring-
I don't know why
I am so so happy
Happy just to be alive-
Soon I will walk again
The pain in my knee
Less than it was-
All around me is Jerusalem morning light
And the fields dancing in the morning wind
Like my happiness.
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