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.
Siblings
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.
Outside,
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
Alphabet City 