Wednesday, December 26, 2012

The Migrants And Their Gods

Steelheads climb
up the ladder
look at us obviously
breathing water
at Winchester.  Kings
Queens of the river
clipped tail fins
half moon seal bites:  the red
of the Jacks. Their bodies
made for water, winter,
for running.

I was like this
before.  Saw it was impossible
to steal away
under the cover of bubbles yet
I knew exactly
where I wanted to go, cold work
up to the mountains of labor
of enthusiasm
 surrounded
in the viewing room beside the dam
        The natural underwater home
        of the salmon of the North Umpqua
 rallied my energy  my drive
to get there once again.





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