cartwheels on the chapel floor
not caring that her dress falls then returns
reveal in that moment that she wears longer shorts when her skin tans in the sun
no prayers are interrupted
I watch her until she falls, laughing, dress askew revealing white underwear
I look away
Then look again as she spins, eyes closed, staggering close to sunlit pews
I dream then will that she might spin close to me
but another man lifts her, holds her
she wraps her arms around his neck, lays her head on his shoulder, laughs
The laughter embraces the sounds of prayer, ascends