Clear Water Between Us
Lean-sharp salmon pulse upstream,
fiery darts of urgent seeking,
channelled like quick, silver bullets
shot through moving mercury.
Not the fat farmed fish
thrashing in cubes of gridded sea-loch,
these are braids of magnesium light
stretched tauter than a kingfisher flight.
These are meteoric, purposeful gleams
mocking the spark-gaps of anchored stones.
Unable to outdo these liquid comets
this stream keeps its mere steady hurry.
The throb of their swiftness is all,
their very motion is a momentary arrival.