chagall backdrop

We sang a hymn
to cardinal points,
unique refrains
from sky to ear
to mind after,
from the north front
back to south and colder.

in tight-part-harmony,
exotic ninths – east to west,
any chorus of true hallelujah
obliges fine.

A cool breeze
in a large hall
with open windows: echoes.

the rev of an engine
in the distance;
far and wide,
an expanse to play upon.

Leads me back right here –
upfront, stark and narrow.

To a kneeling spot
by the rail, tickled and hidden
beside a sea of white kerchiefs.

© Chagall 2014