Mikaela Castledine #165 Wrath

We are invited to an evensong

to thank the community

and bless the revamped entrance

of a church

we are tourists here

but not completely unfamiliar

with such a service

the when to stand

and the when to sit

and the when to sing

(if not the actual

strange arrangements of the notes

which always up when we down

and vice

and versa)

Nevertheless

the two who steal our carefully chosen seats

while the congregation have all processed to

watch the bishop

knock knock knocking

ceremonially on the door

(despite my bag

of bright blue unignorable leather

holding our places)

fill me with an unholy rage

for the rest of the evening