The echo in the chapel chimes

as I take my unlikely seat.

It  greets this new intoxication

with a moment I want to place

and hold 


in a space of reverence;

this inebriety

as sober and calculated,

as bold

as the meaning I give

to the ticking silence.

And in this space of time

you can give any shape to –

you can call it a sea,

concentrate it into a crest,

a moon, a breeze –

I want to wrap myself

beneath the branches of a tree,

– maybe in a vineyard –

and breathe in 

and drink

all the ripples.

Image Credit to the author.