Jerusalem Sonnets (27)

Three dark buds for the Trinity On one twig I found in the lining of my coat Forgotten since I broke them from the tree That grows opposite the RSA building At the top of Vulcan Lane — there I would lay down my parka On the grass and meditate, cross-legged; there was a girl Who sat beside me there; She would hold a blue flower at the centre of the bullring While the twigs on the tree became black And then slowly green again — she was young — if I had said, ‘Have my coat; have my money’ — She would have gone away; but because I gave her nothing She came again and again to share that nothing Like a bird that nest in the open hand.