So strongly flows

So strongly flows

The river

Beneath the bridge

Tumbling over glacial rocks

In a helter-skelter

Cataract

Raging downhill

Unto the dale

A thousand

Ice-cold pinpricks

Puckering the skin

A stick-thin boy

With trousers rolled-up

Feet dangling

In the spray

Watching as Salmon leap

Losing impetus

Reeling against the current

His dad is a dab hand

At catching them

Freshly cooked

On Sunday

He shares a moment

With a giant

Its eyes wild with the strain

The power of its jump

Only exceeded by its will

To succeed

‘How do they do it?’

The small boy mused

Older than his years.

‘Find their way back

Across the ocean

To a crack in the earth

Above High-Force-falls

When the flow

Is always different

Bubbling from the ground

Not more `an a mile from here...

How do they know

What do they see

That I don’t

How different can we be?

Ma’ won’t let me wander

Too far

Says I’ll not find my

Way home

If the fog comes down,

Even so

She knows that one day

I will leave her

Weeps at the thought of it

So she does.

Weeps at the thought’