The Silver Salmon*

 

Is anything less sparing

than a sanguine salmon daring

heavy hills of roaring water

breaking hard upon her brow

 

whipping her around to bow

down and down in plunging fall?

Yet to a get of life again,

again against the height afar

 

springs the silver skyward

high up through the crash

ah safe, and on she sidles

slowly on till piece of brook

 

feels home again, a peace

of silence in the dusk far away

from rainbow spray and canyon roar

to brave the sea again a thousandfold.

 

Jerome L. McElroy

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*Accepted in Ligourian (late 1998).