Saturday, August 30, 2003
The taste of wine
posted by John Davies at 9:56 PM
Driving through high moorland towns,
Places I don't know and am not known
I feel the taste of wine in my throat
And sense belonging
Wearing the shirt of a shamed soccer team,
Battered and humbled today,
I feel the taste of wine in my throat
And sense proportion
Speeding in a metal shell
Under the sky but not of it,
I feel the taste of wine in my throat
And sense connection
Home to an empty house
No phone calls, no emails, quiet,
I feel the taste of wine in my throat
And sense community
(At Marna's in Burnley tonight for an Iona Community meeting, which ended, as always, with communion; a good corrective after derby day defeat)
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