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