oh holy week

oh holy week 
oh passion 
oh story more familiar 
than the sound of my breathing 

this time I come 
waving red flags 
rather than palm branches 

with furrowed brows 
rather than anointing oil 

following at a distance 
if that really counts 
as following at all 

this time I come 
full of doubts 
of questions 
of uncertainties 

uncertain of whether
I find myself more 
in Judas 
or Jesus 

this I know 
he lived 
and died 

perhaps that itself 
is holy