Palm Sunday

No donkey this time

but a borrowed Honda 550.

Jesus riding into town

with a black leather jacket,

jeans frayed at the knees,

and L-O-V-E tattooed

on the knuckles of his right hand.

Those who saw him

said his smile was like the sun,

warming shadowed corners

and causing the way to blossom

unexpectedly.

Those who saw him told

of all the light left over

to be taken home and set

in eyes, in hearts

and at windows for strangers.

It was like a miracle,

they said.

The rest of us missed it.

We were in another part of the city,

waiting for the Messiah.

--Joy Cowley