The entrance

Haiku for an arrival

Near Jerusalem

he sent the two disciples

to fetch the donkey.

An unridden colt

was his chosen conveyance;

perfect for a king.

They shout in welcome

and wave their leafy branches;

Jesus, we want you!

They shout, Hosanna!

Hosanna, Son of David!

How political!

He rode into town,

took a look at the temple.

It was getting late.

Back to Bethany

he retreated with the twelve

and the moment passed.

© Ken Rookes 2018