Heron stands in the estuary <br />fluid with light <br />the tide turns <br />ripples trace their forefinger along the shoreline <br />touching the earth like lovers <br />the energy is as taut as a violinist's bow <br />drawing itself slowly across my heart <br />and in that moment I yearn for everything that is yet to unfold <br />yearn for those things that have past <br />and everything which exists trembling in this very moment..... <br />....now past<br /><br />Anthony Dalby<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-that-moment/
