The Moment [sonnet]
Of all the trembling moments in my life
(that sequence streak of microsecond sprawl)
of every ticking minute (minus strife)
this one I cherish far above them all.
For looking back on fleeting lifespan’s flight
consecutiveness makes its arrow known;
and always serendipity excites
when by your fingers I am overthrown.
You did not realise it at the time
(or possibly you knew — you simply smiled)
but all my former moments turned to rhyme
when by that healing touch I was beguiled.
Your hand placed on my shoulder when we met
became the moment I will not forget.
© 2011, Alan Morrison
The Naked Troubadour 