Like flocks of salmon


Water thunders over rocks,

my heart thumps low in gradience,

limps ‘tween ribs 

of river rocks

and foam flecked flocks of rapids.

Seagulls ,

if there ever were

a punchy crunchy river crew

a snapping screeching blinding view

gleam sharp as beaks 

between my eyes.

‘Tween sands and sky’s I think

and blinks of waves…

I suck on rivulets,

speculate the rapid’s bed…

like herds of salmon

 I descry 

a watery grave

to wake me-

a salty maned feral Red

staring jetties 

in the eye

‘tween ribs of seas 

…watch me fly 

like flocks of salmon colored sprites

 above 

raging storm clouds 

thunder cries

and lightening strikes

beneath 

me

~ I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me~

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