THE SALMON OF WISDOM
In the pool of my heart
Is all that my wise waters have gathered
Drip by gathering drip
Slow trickles of wisdom
In cool brown depths.
Flies dart over my lilied surface
Fragments of glimpsed truths rise
And dissolve back into essence.
The tinc-tincing blackbird alights on
Yellow-beak, tapping the stone, marking time.
Red berries grow by my pool, and mirror
My eyes in their shining surfaces.
I rise and nibble what drops into my waters
Never fearing barbed hook because
All is one.
My silvered flanks are
A whisper of the in-between places.