|CYRIL PAUL'S POETRY||
LUNCH WITH JOHNNY ALUMS
June 6, 2001
Driving home from lunch today
An overcast, misty sky this Wednesday
Regularly we gather each month to feast
On our oneness in the spirit of brotherhood.
That’s understood, but this special togetherness
Provides the glue which, somehow connects
The gaps we’ve all encountered at a shorter time
On our journey from that sacred space
To the spaces beyond our individual horizons.
Not from duty do we converge
Nor is it from pride for overcoming mediocrity
Mercy! What is that pray tell.
Nor is it the desire to wag willful tongues.
No, we’re not characters of Dante’s hell
No wallowing in yesterday’s glory
I would be daft to attempt a definition
For the gathering of St. John’s Alum
It’s simple for me. Rather, this simpleton
Suggests the gathering presents a joyful atmosphere
A restoration of hearty spirits all sincere
Reaching out to each other in communion
Sharing kindness, humor, support, even in derision
Love and graciousness that is for sure
In fact, the gathering supports much more.
But the happiness inside me is real, radiant
With yesterday’s restoration I feel an implant
My young adult past reshaping itself
And that to me is so very, very good.
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