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,
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