The Chapel of St. Felicity

The Chapel of St. Felicity,

slowly unmaking itself for a thousand years,

achieves the perfection of a tangled grassy bank

where cowslip and violet grow,

wild tulip and orchid to follow,

and where a drift of sloe, blooming white,

beholds a vision:

a swallowtail newly hatched,

black cloisoné and liquid lemon,

unfurls its coiled tongue

and lets nectar flow up through it

to the pulsebeat of the Sun

without a single thought.