That moment, a deer swam the pool <br />crossing the river to sunlight <br />from oak thickets, we stood <br />as if stricken with awe <br />yet how ordinary <br />a part of this creature's life <br />to return to the herd on the brow <br />from some simple foraging <br />in sweet watermeadows, how <br />that moment mattered because <br />of where it rippled and splashed <br />under the ceiling of leaves <br />in our life <br />and what poetry was. <br /> <br />2008<br /><br />Sally Evans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-moment-8/
