A Moment

She hopped the fence while my back was turned. Reaching across the separateness to rest a warm hand on my shoulder. Choosing me as sole witness. Lifting my chin and with it my gaze from the riverbed sludge. She had gathered all that was beautiful and laid it out before me. Glistening in a suspended peace. Now, soaked in honey, even the pylons looked kind. I carefully folded the corners of a tissue over her masterpiece. Aware that it would still fade in her light.