to remain


Why does a stain remain so long?


Impressed by a glass
and dressing this surface
with remnants of real
communion, like we
can hear the mouths
that drank life dry and open
for a re-filling.  We get
to remember how
to meet at a table,
to let our hands trace
this circle against the grain.  A stain
remains for its mystery
—too faint for explications,
too close not to touch,
too deep to be considered insignificant.

This one mark seems
to have mattered,
and matters still;
for it has us,
that our own marks will matter, too.


-In dedication to Lindsay and Vita Vite
by TOT