alone in Santa Fe,
I’m wandering around aimlessly &
full of intention —
& on Saturday morning make my way to the cathedral park.
Just outside the cathedral,
I meet the most beautiful woman —
a statue, a sculpture —
Saint Kateri Tekakwitha
“First Indian of North America
to be Promoted a Saint”
She wears turquoise drop earrings,
a turquoise necklace and bracelet,
& holds four feathers,
a corn cob
& a rosary
in her hands
I’m so taken by her
that I find myself
blocking the way for others who also want to see,
& take a photo,
& I walk inside the cathedral
as if it were on purpose.
The heavy, old door slams behind me
& I jump, as if
I’ve been caught in the act
& the lady working the desk — a help desk? What is this?
I’m lost —
says “We really need to fix that”
& I somehow feel like it’s my responsibility.
I don’t know what to do in there,
so I sit in a pew
& watch the believers, the Catholics —
there’s something to it, I suppose.
When an elderly lady kneels next to me
I find myself suddenly
near tears, so I get up
& consider lighting a candle & I want to
but I feel wrong
& also now thinking about Hot Priest
Am I going to laugh or cry?
It’s time to go.
When I step outside, it’s still sunny
& Kateri still stands,