For Ernie, an O.A.P. who played dominoes at my local pub
Finally, done with competition,
Drink, dominoes and conversation
Now acquire their always
More important role.
Done with tedious time encroaching tasks
The truth now taken all lunchtime in its telling,
And requires a round or two of bitter beer
To bring the pains and pleasures
Of a poignant past
To the point of purpose.
And as I sit and play,
And pay to learn,
It’s more than debts and dots and dominoes
For which I spend.
I listen to the splendours of past springs,
Which make sense of this, my present summer.
I travel with the tales which traverse time,
And take comfort from the continuity which
Turns around this tavern table.
For the tales and their telling
Makes time terminal,
And all the terrors of a transitory life
Such bequests, remind me what has been,
Enable me to live with that which is,
And nurture me to bear what may become.
© James Rainsford 2011
Note to readers: Posted as my contribution to opening night at the dVersePoets pub. You can comment and join the conversation on the link below. I look forward to a spectacular evening with great poems, great company and a delicious selection of food & drink. Congratulations to all! James.