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
Lichened hazel-bough,
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.
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