Upper Chapel, Middlesex

7 Upper Chapel, Middlesex

The particularity of place,
Of time, is woven on the day
Where the mullioning of shadowed brick
Is covered by an intricate
And spreading web of briar.

Green stalks crowd the standing walls,
A lattice of pale, finite lines,
As the light upon the churchyard
Falls particular. Each day the
Aspiring stem reaches far

Toward sun. The chemic nature of
The waiting sprouts to energy,
Writhes a pattern on the crossing brick
And jutting cornice, pulled each day
By shallow paths of sunlight.

Lives were once upon this place
Pressed, intricate in woven tapestries,
Above the structured core flourishing,
Hidden like the fragrant briars
Growing always to the east.