Since I have been sharing poetry on my blog, I thought I might try my hand at writing something. So, here is a little poem that I wrote for all my fellow “shelter-in-place” pilgrims out there.

My Porch Is My Pilgrimage

My porch is my pilgrimage. No, 
I am not walking untold miles with Camino travelers  
  hoping to find my place along the way,
or climbing the highest available mountain 
  hoping to glimpse transfigured glory,
or crawling on my knees up Roman stairs
  hoping to carry to heaven's throne my earth-laden prayers,
or fasting in the wilderness
  hoping to convince a distant deity to share a morsel with me.
I am just opening my back door, and 
  trying not to trip on the dog 
  who is rushing out to join me. 
I am sitting on my chair and 
  listening to the day’s bird song and
  trying, as best I can, to be still and to know.
My porch is my pilgrimage, and 
  this poem, my prayer.