After Berenice Abbott

1. Trinity at Noon

Although it is noon or roughly so, the church below is
   positioned like an hour hand 
at eleven o’clock, 
with its spire rising up in shadow as if the photographer 
   wanted to relocate religions
in another time. 
People on either side of the street at lunch hour run
   together like long lines of music 
in a hymnal. 
Nobody will ever know for sure why she chose the high
   floor she did to look down 
on humanity,
or why she let the anonymous, dark windows of an office
   building across the street 
be so dominant. 
Nobody will ever know for sure why she chose the high 
   floor she did to look down 
on the cemetery 
with the headstones facing forward as one might find in a
   cathedral barely half-full 
at high mass.