two hundred feet

two hundred feet were counted

between the two towers so tall

signaling near and far that here,

high ceilings would lift your gaze.

we found both places open

and their doors were greeting wide:

in one, roundness summons believers,

while the other is rather oblong.

one invites onto its carpets

the other cools with its stone:

one inundates with royal blues

and a simple, clear design,

while the other symbolizes diversely

its heritage rich and long.

two hundred feet lay in between

the church and there, the mosque.

you pick the path of pilgrimage

no matter which way you turn–

 

 

 

and find a home, perhaps, at last,

with naked, searching feet.