Walking in this World

There is a great happiness.

The air is silk.

There is milk in the looks

That come from strangers.

I could not be happier

If I were bread and you could eat me.

Joy is dangerous.

It fills me with secrets.

“Yes” hisses in my veins.

The pains I take to hide myself

Are sheer as glass.

Surely this will pass,

The wind like kisses,

The music in the soup,

The group of trees,

Laughing as I say their names.

It is all hosanna.

It is all prayer.

Jerusalem is walking in the world,

Jerusalem is walking in the world.