Alaska

You took me there On short notice To watch the moods Of the locals Change with the tide Of that little fishing town.... Seldovia, Russian for herring. And we came just in time For the salmon run, Their thick pink bodies Showed up in droves Waddling past our hooks Like the beginning of a far away Hint of thunder, And just then, I started living, Hands in the whirling tide Fish on a line, Catch, Release, Catch, Release, Catch release You said it was like breathing, To me their beauty had the strength of a thousand full Moons.