Hands and feet submerged in the river; gently holding a pink salmon in the shadow of Mt. Si.
Liberated from the plastic grocery bag he traveled in, its silver skin gleams in the morning light. A vision of this fish coming back to life, swept out of my mind’s eye just as soon as it appeared.
The salmon seemed to be looking right into my being. The weight of humankind’s maltreatment of salmon stirred.
Such dignified animals - this is why I am on the river in the early hours of the day. This seemed like the best plan.
While the waters of the Snoqualmie do hold magic, it didn’t hold the ingredients to bring this salmon, three days dead, back to life.
For now, a prayer, that the soul of this being, which holds earth’s secrets through saline and fresh waters, will return as another noble creature.
