By Ishmael von Heidrick-Barnes
Sacred Space
For the Hörkens family~
Not angels
that make spaces sacred
nor vaulted ceilings
arching violin bows
It isn’t candles
offering themselves to light
nor fountains of spires
spilling city
Holy
isn’t wholly religious
it’s rippling steps
onto koi ponds
Wherever when is now
and there is us
neither bars nor space
can drown the kaleidoscope of scales
teeming
within friendships’ water
It’s psalm
taking breath away