I flow on the stream whose energies propel me into salmon womb.
Along the banks of rivers flows my call of waking is Spring’s birth as well. Pushing out other hopes of berries smack-lipped and honey-pressings. As I pursue the fish there is one who pursues me. I carry his arrow on my back as turqoise emblem, reminding need for courage against quick possibilities Death devises this slippery day.
The winds shift as does my strength. Sleep calling me back, salmoning my eager heart.