Past Parcel

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.