A Little Conversation At The Bar
In the spirit, I ask him, where is your spirit
In askance, you ask me, what do you mean?
What elevates you, I say, fearing no reply
Get away, you baulk, I work for my living
Always good, the leaves that keep on growing
Do you think the world doesn't notice you?
I play cricket, I'm captain of my Shanghai club
Do you follow the footie or the cricket yourself?
No, I was a rock climber for so many years
I was selfish, all other sports overtook me
So then, are you a specialist, I think to ask
I'm an all-rounder, you answer, I play it all
Willow bat that carves through watery planes
The balls that I tried seaming to perfect flight
In our imaginations, we both recoil.
© 2011 Rob Schackne