Happen-
stance

Recently rejuvinated church,
delight to the senses,
empty.

Dropped in on
by a jazz
gospel rehearsal
now lifts her
traditional rafters.

Erect in my pew, head back, seeing
the Tiepolo wrought ceiling
my body lifts;
all of our bodies, toward
that dome.

Selves
transported,
absorbed as
the medieval frescoe
that we, seated, become.

Holy sound
joins us
as one
with that ceiling

Music
moving bodies
heavenward.

gf 91