Sitting in church on Sunday morning
candles flickering yellow warm
our Kyries floating somewhere near the ceiling,
along with incense.
I have a sense of safety
altogether in this space
but there remains an outside;
I can still hear the wind howling;
and clouds are streaming across the sky
as evidenced in shadows and sun that alternate
on clerestory walls.
One minute I sit in shadow
and then abruptly in a shaft of sunlight.