burn

smooth light waves past away
so salmon par float at first
when woken in the stones river pebbles rolling softly
as winter ice thaws their
journeys begin drifting learning to swim in a hidden
darting fashion innate knowledge like their fore
mothers fathers did do as they danced round fires banging
skin drums

beneath waving wind swept lochs   waves
high
in peat mountains hidden from view
the closed moors

highland cattle wander to a low river for water to drink
for love, a collective pleasure together
as one herd hairy
welcomes themselves home