Americans Overflowing an Irish Bar
Under a cloudy Irish sky,
I sit beneath the Irish flag,
coffee, and, now,
Celtic music in the air.
I am warm inside and out.
I savor the floor tile, mismatched wooden tables, and lilting song;
I savor the sea air and warmth on the tongue;
I savor the brogue on the ears and the smile on the lips of fellow pilgrims.
Irish pub life - always dark and warm,
soft and loud, at home among strangers,
a passing through permanence.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019