That moment, a deer swam the pool br crossing the river to sunlight br from oak thickets, we stood br as if stricken with awe br yet how ordinary br a part of this creature's life br to return to the herd on the brow br from some simple foraging br in sweet watermeadows, how br that moment mattered because br of where it rippled and splashed br under the ceiling of leaves br in our life br and what poetry was.