Swallow: the pressure of warmth in the throat, air and tension –
the past, future – pushing against the teeth, against
the tongue, forced to action, forward and onward:
apprehensions, complications, things unknown, forced
forward and onward: the movement of the fish, starts and fits,
between the stones and the ripples, the riverweed, the pulse,
the heartbeat – the hairs raised on your skin, shivering –
downstream, upstream: the trout in intermission, considering.
Here is the swirl; here the white water through the stone;
here is the thrown stone in the undertow, curled beneath
the foam, the shadows of the elders being thrown above, blowing,
the arbors holding, gripping at the moving air, water, earth; here is
the push through the corridors carved by motions, before the motions,
after the run of the thousand ripples: the ups, downs, movement;
the loosestrife blowing in the shadow and out, heavily rooted,
overlooking the ripples – bent, irregular – jealous of the nomadic.
Release: nature, spill forth, symbolism here and there;
the water runs above the largest stones, surrounds them –
bathes them and carves them – enters their cavities, their divots;
the rush removes bits of algae, tuffs of hair pulled away, pushed
downstream, wrinkling in the current, dropping below for the bottom-feeders,
oblivious, strong against the push, gobbling up what’s left behind.