Again (while wading the Ducktrap River near Lincolnville, Maine)

(The Ducktrap River is one of the last few rivers in Maine hosting regular spawning runs of native salmon)

Again

I want water to boil over

Out over electric coils, blazing red!

The way a salmon sprays his milt

Out over waiting roe.

 

Laugh

Tears running down face

Ribs hurting

 

Tenderness

Quivering and shaky,

Full and rich,

eyes brimming with tears,

 

I have taken care of the necessities.

I push them aside.

For I am a necessity.

 

This body, mind and emotions,

This juice and pulp,

Surges Upstream

 

Against currents,

Up cataracts,

Searching the shoals,

Filling with love,

Again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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