ascension

Ascending from
my day’s last platform
into Port Authority,
I was drawn up into
the precision voices
of a children’s choir
high on the upper loft.

A cluster of down coats at the railing
blocked my view from below,
but their resonant harmonies
swirled and filled
the cavernous atrium
as in a cathedral.

I yielded to the music
to let it have me
for the moment,
as I passed through
the ground floor among
the pigeons and homeless
who somehow
lose their way
into bus terminals.

Even they
slowed their pacing
to gentle roundels
rapt in the floating glorias.

And for once
I didn’t ponder
how they would
find their way
out.