If moments could be framed I’d frame this one:
Rural pub, two friends inside
Sitting at a small freshly wiped table
Two pints, half drank lying there;
Moments of deep conversation and
A sudden unexpected new revelation
Sees glass held half-tilted to mouth,
Eyes wide, then put to the table
And laughter jolts as the tale unfolds,
Two old men smile on from the counter.
A barman leans forward to them smilingly
As if to say, ‘ah, young fellas.’
A look of a memory, something cyclical.
A dizzying look like the swirling
Of the dark stuff around the glass
‘til full to the round rim.
A passing flash, dazzling flourish
In the blacks of his eyes: in some old box
Somewhere it lies, dusty and cracked, but framed.
The place has served a purpose
And the talking’s done
The two boys up and leave to return
To the things that are learned from
In the village bar on a warm night
In January where all’s as it seems.
Seán O Muiríosa
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-moments-could-be-framed/
