Sonnet

No sooner had he come from the water.
He saw the heavens torn apart.
The plain I was in was flat, dismal, a seeming backwater.
Seemingly a place of no beauty or art.

Miles, the car had descended.
Deep down towards the Dead Sea, a world away from lush Galilee.
Here was suffocating heat and comfort ended.
With this blinding light we could scarcely see.

The walk without shade to the Baptism site.
Then standing alone by the insignificant twenty foot wide river.
All now was shady cool and gently bright.
History unfurled, here was the giver.

I washed my feet in the water’s slow stream.
A time to dream.

Haiku

I washed my hot feet
At the shady baptism site
A time now to dream