Glass sunflowers

 

It’s difficult to imagine
a time before that afternoon,

the rain laden sortie into here,
flung pebbles off the kerb;
chess pawns pushed upstream
to land within this cathedral.

Strange, the weather changed
while shaking out the deluge,
stone floors outlined our passing
from outside to sanctum in,
presence of a cloistered garden.

Following plain columns I felt sure
a withered vine climbed the ceiling,
only to resurface near the vaults,
where unexpected, it lit up, bloomed

sunflowers for an atheist to believe.