Ssssss

As the stem of a thought came in,

the stillness slipped into slimed skulls

slowly swimming upstream.

Swapped sorrows sang stream,

salmon against the established systems.

Some stand guard for their own belief,

with the strength of a slimy salmon slippery on moist moss covered stones.

Slipping unscathed by sharp edges of stones,

forward and against the lost,

otherwise unaware of where the thought will travel this morning.

Raindrops fresh rosy water positively ignoring,

sadness of Sundays,

washed off with each stroke of each fin,

that stand firm in slight dispute over something unswell.