This is one of those poems--
those titles that spills right into the body of the poem.
It's called "A Moment Ago."
"A moment ago, you were following your steps
across the driveway, head bent in the dusk toward one worry,
then another and the day's last chore
in the plastic bag in your hand.
It wasn't a sound or a touch, but something
like the presence of a memory, that made you stop and look up
to find yourself nearly surrounded by the dim
outlines of eight or 10 deer.
And here you are, still, as if you've
stepped through the charcoaled air
into a scene on a cave wall, the thin legs,
for someone long ago, the lifted, expectant head
and tense breath tried to bring you to life."