Sunday Morning Lap
Five women at prayer
enter into their chapel in Sunday best –
two in violet, one in blue; two wear black.
A steeple rises outside the window
of their small watery church.
Each one comes to find solace in this place -
which to whom we do not know.
Their bodies slice through liquid blue like knives
as each finds the rhythm and pace of her prayer,
unspoken on the rippling waves that melt around them.
Sunday morning lap.