She curled her legs and tucked them underneath her– 

Leaned forward across the back of the pew–

We spoke there, hanging out as if we were in  our own living rooms or on our own couches where perhaps we would have poured wine and would wait out the moon there, hour by hour–

I wondered for a second if this is what the early church would have felt like. I sensed I was a part of a larger, now infinite whole

Her voice and her face softened and was eclipsed by the rising volume of a vibrant, humble people under the same roof, waiting for the infinite whole