Time Travel Poem by Robert J Meyer

It was evocative

Of the autumnal mulled wine of my youth
Cinnamon scented
Sweet and warm
Lush

Of the well-worn flannel saved from a thousand washings
Softened by time and use
Shapeless - yet fitting in more than one sense
Embracing

Of the crack and snap of many a campfire
Source of heat and light and nourishment
Many a day riverside
Comforting

A word misheard on a city street
One soggy Spring
Sent me to another place
When horns and sirens were unknown
And crickets and owls patrolled an October night