There have been athletes and adventurers,
the resolute, the keen, the brilliant,
who’ve staked a second place
and missed the ring of shouting
at the podium’s golden peak.
There is the River Teifi, where it drops,
in the hissing silver spray
of the falls at Cenarth. There has been,
at many other falls, the silver spring of salmon.
But best, those times I’ve left the square
(its three pubs and the small bakery)
and stood in that simplest of coigns,
between St. Mary’s Church
and the old school’s Victorian portal,
and there’s been moonlight,
light, those nights, on centuries of limestone,
silvered into serendipity.
Robert Nisbet is a Welsh poet whose work has been published widely and in roughly equal measures in Britain and the USA. A recent poem featured in the anthology Universal Oneness, from Authorspress of New Delhi.