Riparian Gift

April 20, 2014

It is time

I head the call 
of brackish water
and fading blue silvery scale memories and grand adventures

I am pulled pole to pole 
heart strings plucked 
towards the crescendo, the big bang we all know.

I leap and fly over falls
missing curled claws and hooks
to find the turbulent shallow clearing
and lay my intentions down

My energy is waning moment by moment
leaching out with all I am worth
my salt
and the bright glow 
only once seen in a grand haul above rapids and rock
washes over my eyes
one final smile and then black
nothing

my salt streams her cheeks
as she thanks me for the life
I have given
with that
my seeds are now 
planted further than
the natal estuary
she continues the swim towards a new sea

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