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Transfiguration — Sarah Adegbite

“Then it happened, as they were parting from Him, that Peter said to Jesus, “Master, it is good for us to be here; and let us make three tabernacles: one for You, one for Moses, and one for Elijah” – not knowing what he said.” (Luke 9:33 NKJV)

King’s rises drenched in whispered fog,

each tree intestine dusted in late morning dew.

This is a view I want to keep forever, but something

strong and primal prevents me from taking a picture.

I do not want to be a stuttering Peter,

a hand’s breadth from the face of God

and erecting tabernacles where they do not belong.

I try to learn by heart the faint

outline of each ancient turret, the embryonic cloud

dancing alive over the water’s surface.

I think of the boy I love,

and our afternoon walk yesterday:

how his glasses misted over and he stopped

at the crest of the bridge to see beyond his fingertips.

A girl sat on a wall by the river,

book half open to the sunlight,

and I could see him frantically writing himself

into her unfinished novel.

How I wished he would have kissed me then,

but knew I could not build a tent

I would not know how to tear down.

I’m crying across that bridge now,

scrambling for a clearer picture

than my milky memory allows.

All I can retrieve is the chorus of a thousand scholars,

urging me to make them proud.

Instagram: @sarah.adegbite

Display Image Credit: James Appleton



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