I feel fragile
without the resilience I once had
I haven’t ever felt this delicate—
as a child I had the resolve of a fiery Aries girl—
defiant against the throng,
a salmon fighting her way to the fertility grounds
to spawn new life, creative abundance
into this ever changing world.
Can I still flip myself up that current,
flailing and tossing my body against rush and rock?
The trick is to find the resistance,
use that inertia to create
the most spectacular somersault into the air—
rising gracefully over obstacle and stream,
if only briefly,
in the ethereal moments above it all—
then slipping back beneath the surface
only to again fight flow
with agility and wisdom,
carefully selecting the next location
for acrobatics to propel forward movement.
I am that salmon,
pink and fleshy in my time,
rich in my fatty oils to nourish me on my journey,
now just caught momentarily
between stone and hard place—
awaiting my opportunity to dance,
finding my strength again
to swim along with other fish,
I will come.
I will arrive.
I am capable of making it.
I too, can spawn in the creation waters.
Watch me dance.
Watch me fly.
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