You Cathedral

By Eliot Cardinaux

Sudden
dark drew you in

Broken beams
lay dull weight
on your awkward
frame

The weathers of all
these years have emptied us

In the hollow
the notches lengthen
& violets
spring up in the silence

I turn to you slowly

With each stroke ink
sobs with the current

I drink this air
where the earth sings
rough edges of language
to quiet labor