I wonder.
On that night
Did a woman hurry through the garden
Late, on her way home,
Making lists in her head as she went.
Did the men by the pool startle her?
And did she feel a brief stab of fright
Until she realized they were sleeping
And meant her no harm?

“Agony in the Garden,” by Andrea Mantegna, circa 1460
I wonder.
On that night
Did a man pace through the garden
Going home to his family.
Home to dinner, noise, and laughter.
Did he wonder at the man
Kneeling by the rocks praying?
And did he feel a brief stab of pity
Seeing a man weeping as he prayed?

I wonder.
On that night
Did a cat slink through the garden
Looking for food.
Did it pause, unseen, and study the men?
And did it puzzle over the strange behaviour
Of humans, before it crept silently on its way?
And I wonder.

On that night
Did a mother weep, inconsolable
In the arms of a helpless husband?
Did she weep until no tears were left,
Knowing that this time, she could not save
Or protect
Her beloved son.