I Write Fish Home

I write fish home,

knowing their journey perilous,

pebbled with the danger of maw and man.

I write them home

to creek and stream,

to bear and net,

 to spawn again.

I write them home

to complete the cycle,

to nurture instinct,

and to validate visions

held by ancestors

worried in graves

unmarked by man’s eager hand.

I write them home because someone must

and because song is insufficient.

I write them home,

to turn toward the sun

and say I have done my part.

I write fish home. 

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2012

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