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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Saturday, August 30, 2003
    The taste of wine
     
    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)