It’s been three days
since I saw you
running and playing
in the field with
your friends

Or perhaps,
They were your siblings

I smiled at the sight
of your frolic- and though
I couldn’t stop and
take in the whole

The space encircling me
magically slowed enough
to plant the lovely scene
inside a recollection box

And here I sit, three
days later, smiling again
at the motion-filled painting
expanding in my mind from
one brief moment of noticing

Parcel: a reference to a small group of young deer.