I am the desire of a local fish
to swim with the elusive salmon upstream
to the place of his birth… place of his death.
I wish to feel the flow against the silver of my scales,
to know and lose them like minute shadows,
like unhatched dreams…
to have my skin white and soft like the whisper
of calm oceanic waves at the shores…
I want to walk beyond my shadow, backward in time,
where the wind blows in all directions,
the birds fly low, wings to the grass,
where pines are blue, soaked in the sticky breath
of a new day… .
the pleasures vanish slow, linger over all memories
like a lost moon’s glitter over the waters… .
© 2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya
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