my corner

tonight i went through my phone and read conversations from a time when i would take pictures of the sky just to show you my day

I would rather be watching salmon spawn upriver than be at this punk rock show 

Earlier today I was at my job on my smartphone and I was emailed a video of salmon spawning  - I watched it and it moved me

A soft crackling yolk spreads a fatty haze through thick clouds - a soft light drips into the atmosphere and breaks into fractals onto miniature glacial peaks kicked up by an admittedly countable but still impressive number of fish tails 

How amazing as robot helicopters carry cameras that take 4K footage of salmon headed upstream in some sort of brilliant light like the light of before I ever wake up anymore I have almost never seen this light as far as I know but have often closed my eyes and imagined it  

Re: the light Maybe as a child walks to school uphill I saw it before and to descend and find it receding  later as I skipped home I’m sorry I didn’t skip but I did feel elated a handfull of honeysuckle I had grabbed to suck or buttercups held under chins near the pond that eventually revealed itself  as drainage

or the woods nearby, reduced to a small collection of mostly dead trees beyond which a hole cut into a cliff it is definitely not a mine but my young brain was convinced that the walls - rough hewn - freeze frame yawning as some water trickled down

The song big bad John resonated in my heart each time I went into that hole Agin not the mine it appeared but it was probably some kind of runoff I don’t think a sewer but I did daydream morbidly - as I still do of the mine collapsing as in the song and my small life ending

or that time I threw a rock at an abandoned window and as the shatters hung in that perceptibly endless moment before they fell to the earth I first felt remorse