Inaugural

[Meeting Minute 2604]

Two members
Inquorate
In conversation
At a corner table

Three or more
Gathered together
A church of a kind
Secular

Seven was the number
And the word was luncheon
And the word was with the servants
Who brought about sustenance
In exchange for coin

Talk of family
Who we were or are
Where we had been
What we had become

Time catches up with all of us
Though it was never a race
We would expect to win

Talk of things that ache
How nerves become trapped
What relief there is in sharing
How to worry away at our troubles

And family again
A son who wrestled jaguars
In the waters of the Amazon
How tightly man and beast
Can cling to each other
Life being a thing
Oddly precious
To every creature alive

Talk of birthplaces and home
Our long journeys to the best
Approximation of paradise
Our schemes to restore it among
The stones of other peoples’ ruins

Build for tomorrow – live for today

The afternoon grew old as afternoons do
As the passing hours sent us one by one
Back into the streets from which we came
The sun was lower in the sky at our going

Tomorrow was another day
That much we expected
That much being always so

© BH, 2017

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A group of men meet for lunch. None are young any more. We meet for the craic. 

During one lunch, an idea was floated. We should try to become funded as some kind of creative-artistic collective. But, no, came the afterthought. How would we keep a minute of our randomised and rambling discourses?

I tried it here. I really tried.