Direction

The clouds keep swirling, the sun still rises and sets
Everything is turning, moving even when we would like to stop 
Keep still says the heron fishing in the shallows
Looking for the fish to quench it's hunger, a simple goal
Sitting there in the shallows just beyond reach and for 
One magic moment the world seems to still, not turn
But hush and quiet, waiting for the catch, waiting to not
Disturb the harmony of peace surrounding 
This spot, this time, this thing and yet it all falls away
In the ages of infinite, how long has this been here
How long has the bird fished, how long have the fish 
Been caught and we turn again on our finite existence 
Shouldn't we treasure that moment in time