The Ascension
Line upon line. Row upon row. Shuffling, Shifting, We stand. x & y axes meet. The interlocking pieces of a tessellation, Shadows of darkness bouncing off light. Like chess pieces jockeying for position In the rumbling silence Before a battle begins. Or as flights of swallows Swooping back and forth, The undulations of a Japanese fan in the breeze. Sandalwood beads slip through fingers Like grains of sand In an hourglass While upswept hands cup Mercy Streaming from angels’ win