Salmon Run

Having remained downstream for years,
seeking the obtuse,
the new, the un-foretold, it felt time for a travel of remembrance. 
It was said that one cannot escape the roots of their birthplace. 
I saw you patiently waiting in the same riverbed,
2 summers on, intent on journeying out again. 
You glided past, there was a glance, an undulation, a pulsing rhythm sent through the undercurrent,
where a final story is soon to be written.