Rushing headlong upstream the spawning ground awaits in
silence
The shoal gathers in the darkness of the pool and swarms
habitually
Blocking the path of the silver surfer swimming against
the tide
Rich warm waters of the stream turn cold and bitter as
they pool
Fast flowing ripples of excitement turn icy with the
winter wind
The deep river bed once fertile with plankton now barren
and bare
Welcoming ripples give way to a dark black sheen of
reflection
The journey is stalled but for a moment in the festering
pond
Leaping into the unknown and break from the pond life of
habit
Silver scaled wanderer turns and swims powerfully onward
Into the uncharted stream away from the spawn of the past
Gliding mercurially away and is lost to the unseeing eye
© Fergus Martin
2012
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