Parking Lot Rhapsody

I just got back
from Church
on wheels,

where the choir
was a playlist of
Indie Rock,
“Slow Dances,” by the
beatific youngsters
who call themselves
Winnetka Bowling League,

every bit as holy as
a Tabernacle Choir
in a sanctified
House built of
polished pews and
soaring ceilings,

except now I’m
in the grocer’s,
where the aisles
teem with
glorified faces
glowing with
the image of
their Maker’s
adoring, soaring
Love of every
hair on their heads.
I try not to stare

but I’m astonished
that driving home
the only thing
in my heart is
a rhapsody that
began in the
parking lot
at Safeway.

(Photo by Renate Vanaga; UnSplash)