Moment Poem by Brian Yule

and there - amidst the clutter - a tiny keepsake lay
cobwebbed with the lapse of time
Long years collapse away
into a moment
Much overdue return

Beneath the must a scent
of youthful indiscretion lingers
tugs up
the crinkled corners of my mouth
and drags me back to that beach on that day
long passed away

and how the kiss had come as a surprise
the gift as well
the mischief in your eyes
It can't have cost you more than a few quid

and now, six houses
five flings
eight jobs
and five continents later I stand

before it
and it reaches
into my pocket, pulls out my phone
and dials your number