The hum of the bar fridge over there
and all the bottles under the lights.
Tonight she left him
’cause she heard about Sara.
But Sara cut north and even the bartender
has gone out back to change a keg.
In the stillness he can suck his beer
till it’s warm and flat. He can hear
his heart keep beating and think
for the first time in years.
First published as ‘Falling #147’ in New Writing Scotland #26.(2008), published as ‘Meditation’ in Tomorrow, We Will Live Here, 2010.