Gone to Galilee

 

Note on the door:

“Gone to Galilee…”

 

Hands full of aromatic assumptions

standing there scared

feeling secrets rising up in our throats

with no place to go.

 

Imagine

all those expensive spices

all those expectations

all that fear—

Lost.

 

Somewhere

out there

a hinterland—

Galilee.

 

How far?

Don’t know.

 

Go.