These Jesus –
He was a good man,
the Jew’s King?
Maybe I’ve done a mistake,
once?
I don’t know.
I am exhausted.

Come in, I said.
others are waiting here already:
The old man at the bedside,
those girl I met at the crossroad,
during that blue Swedish summer,
the people from the yesterday’s train,
all are here,
even the woman with the shrill voice
and the bad breathe.
I hated her,
but that was yesterday.

Here is a mug with hot tea and write your
questions down on that list –
I’ll ask Jesus when meeting him next time.

But this may take a time –
because I left him looking for the Father.

Pilate webt and it needed a while until he sat down trembling
and hauled the knees to the chin, sobbing bitterly.

Then I turned the light off and stayed
waiting at the door.