Ancestral Pull

There are portions

of our days on this

earth-place in which

we return to the

streams of our beginnings.

Pushing hard against

the current of history

and the forces of innuendo

and ash.

Salmon taught us this

way to know; this way

of intuiting and crawling

along the bottom to

our homes.

Our souls swim back

to the waters from which

they have been spawned -

endlessly. All throughout

our lives.

They jump invisibly up

along the falls of deep

resistance and heavy flow;

getting to getting back

again and again.

They march themselves

back in our ichthian bodies

in phone calls and day dreams, 

in reunions and holidays,

in weddings and funerals

and more.

How many times have we

marked this passage -

feeling being

aware -

of this ancestral pull

to climb. Knowing this

ancient and lurking

passion to go back.

Back to the place

where the water smells

of the richest gravel

and our nourishment

comes in fat stored from

our time in the big waters.

Evolving back to

become what we had been

all along.