Clearmont, Wyoming

I came to see the rocks that make up the church of my life
the stones that don’t touch anymore       the dog
walking around it          the light looks different now
making the frame that much clearer
two doors side by side a prayer
the deer look up from the grass
as they open          startle at the sight
of beauty      flicker of white tail
a moment of peace
through the house’s eyes          the sun
washing over all it has seen
alone among the pews       a cloud
of breath       the sky        stained glass
two trees waiting for a bell to ring
pine’s umbrella gesturing to the horizon
I close my eyes and make a wish for the world
congregation of trees        chorus of birds
though I doubt it will ever come true
I do it anyway       for another glimpse
of patience       something that stays