One day, twenty years
from now,
I will stumble across
this photograph
and feel how I am right
now.
I will close my eyes
and you will sit next to me,
your fingers lightly
grazing my kneecap.
And your sly grin
will crinkle the edges
of your bottomless eyes.
And I will remember
the heron that swooped
down out of nowhere,
and how time seemed
(only briefly) to stand still,
save for the slowly setting sun.

(Well that was something)