Wavy hills with troughs between them,
a landscape like an ocean;
and the echoes here are also slurred
where the water matches the horizon.
Parcel up my placidity
encase the expression in an envelope
mail the memory all the way home
to never forget the moment thus.
So years from now when some decades have died
and the years go quicker than from what I can remember,
I\'ll open the package to wonder at its contents hid
and find my old contentment again.