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 the 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.