I do wonder,

I am a figure,

a stranger inside a frame,

a history that defines their reality,

while I meander the onlooker.

When I first arrive I am a seeker,

and now,

while I am familiar only with

bricks and stone,

I wonder about hands and fingertips,

those that held their lives

inside similar columns,

those that bought the Jesuit movement,

that mindset that created a different morning,

a new faith,

forced upon souls that wanted to believe.

Yet I stand here the visitor,

recording my own history,

with ghosts and sweet energy,

what is spiritual to me fuels their ancestry.

* photo courtesy of Elena Levon Photography