image by Sarah J. Costa

The sun scorching

light bright and direct

coming sharp through

the beveled glass

Casting hard shadows

in the shape of crosses

spreading across the wall

like spilled water

A figure stands outside

the spreading light

watching, seeing how far

it will reach

For a moment

the figure is caught

in the center

of the crosses

The figure is trapped

in a trace with snapshots

of church arches, vaults

columns, polished wood

The scorching sun forgotten

spilling light an afterthought

this view from the crosses

is chilling and lonely