Oh splendorous sockeye!
how can I replace
your red flesh offerings,
your salty silver scales?
How can I dance
to your memory?
The memory I hold in my cells,
the memory of my wildness,
the part of me that is not human.
Oh splendorous sockeye! I sit at the table of a bountiful ocean, knowing the fasting has begun, knowing you are more than food A family within a family, that humankind cannot replenish.
