Treading a Path / In the Portage Bay Cafe by Robert Nisbet

Treading a Path

Nineteen-seventies half-heard-of place.

You needed to tread up through the garlic 

and the raspberry canes to the hall,

a sort of hall, with a lovely grained

and golden floor. Sometimes committees

of a kind would sit around there

on bean bags, but mostly there’d be

jazz and readings and swing and even theory,

the poetry of the impecunious.

The atmosphere was misty and loving,

not the hard coin of commitment

and convention, but un-metalled love,

as joyously unfocused as the garlic smell

and the raspberry-scented evening air. 

 

* First appeared in Jerry Jazz Musician in 2019

In the Portage Bay Café  

 

At breakfast time, the snow spins

its carousel through Seattle's winter streets.

Our meal out is an encampment

in America's gregarious heart, as waiters

teem, proffer their service's glad hand.

There are Rancher's Breakfasts, syrup,

pepper bacon, wafting coffee. In the midst,

in the steam of bonhomie, my grandson,

who is four months old, looks through 

and at it all, the ketchup bottles

and the cream-topped rolls, with utter

wonderment. Behind him, down town,

sky-scraping blocks raise their challenge

to the ferries and the islands and the inlets

out in the sound. On again, and there are

mountains, out in the countryside's

long reach, their peaks capped

by the brilliance of snow.

 

* First appeared in Atrium (Worcestershire, England) in 2023.

Robert Nisbet has been published widely over 15 years in Britain and the USA. His collection, In a Small County, appeared from Seventh Quarry Press (Swansea) last year.