tristan montefaust


Communion - Poem by tristan montefaust

Last night on the phone I told you
how it is impossible to be
constant in loving. Only God
can do that, I said with a note
of pride. I am so far away
from you. It is easy to say
that- in recollection
of the moments how I rose
a long time ago to a white heat
of this nearness to you
then how I fall
now simmering to a calm blue
at this distance.
This ordinary corrupt human love
of unceasing rise and fall
and never a straight line
unfaltering in its course and duration
assures that I am
still human.

Only I had glimpsed a view
of things through God's eyes
(this is what I've always asked
in my prayers) when I had sat
next to you in the bus in a field trip.
Did you remember? Maybe not.
You were sleeping, everyone was
asleep and the bus is going through
a momentary tunnel on the road
except for me who snuggled
at your shoulder, put a gentle kiss
on your softness- you did not wake
but I did. Amazed how a sleeping
form could wrought a miracle
in me in that passing darkness
where at the next instant
everything is so clear. I put my hands
to the window, trying to hold to that light
and it is this, it is this
I've been trying to capture
from day to day communion
with you.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 8, 2006



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