You'd Have to be There.

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 -

comfort

peace

condolence;

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.

MMO