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