01 Jun Back 40: Brook Trout

Peeking to preen
beneath water
gleam to glitter under the amber
spell-bound, serene sunlight.
Swiftly swimming so their scales
sparkle of endless
crimson, teal, gray, olive.
Whisks through
foreign lands, crossing peaks,
icy slopes. Consistently
wavering in the water.
Content and unknowingly
holding us so that our
breathes hold to admire
pearly eyes, leopard fins, amber gills
even as they rush in togetherness
toward a single desire in
ways we could not understand.
Gliding along currents,
their neon red spots
juxtaposing sunken sapphire,
flashing like morse code:
circle life, forward.