In the Valley of the Cross

Michael Peach

On the narrow paths
Of this valley of the shadow of death,
Though dodging panting joggers,
Side-stepping puffing cyclists,
Fleeing from family gaggles,
Preventing friendly souls
From stroking my gentle dog,
I feel I am still stalked
By the invisible,
Silent and fell
Coronavirus.

Jerusalem
1 June 2020

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