Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Thomas Centolella: In the Evening We Shall Be Examined...


“In the evening we shall be examined on love.”
 -St. John of the Cross
 
 And it won’t be multiple choice,
though some of us would prefer it that way.
Neither will it be essay, which tempts us to run on
when we should be sticking to the point, if not together.
In the evening there shall be implications
our fear will change to complications. No cheating,
we’ll be told, and we’ll try to figure out the cost of being true
to ourselves. In the evening when the sky has turned
that certain blue, blue of exam books, blue of no more
daily evasions, we shall climb the hill as the light empties
and park our tired bodies on a bench above the city
 and try to fill in the blanks. And we won’t be tested
 like defendants on trial, cross-examined
till one of us breaks down, guilty as charged. No,
in the evening, after the day has refused to testify,
 we shall be examined on love like students
who don’t even recall signing up for the course
and now must take their orals, forced to speak for once
from the heart and not off the top of their heads.
And when the evening is over and it’s late,
 the student body asleep, even the great teachers
retired for the night, we shall stay up
and run back over the questions, each in our own way:
 what’s true, what’s false, what unknown quantity
 will balance the equation, what it would mean years from now
to look back and know
we did not fail.
 
Thomas Centolella, Lights and Mysteries 
 

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