salmon flop onto the pool’s slick rim
urged through the air this alien medium
echoes with a flaccid disappointed slap
as another adds more polish to the rock
you’ve seen them launch themselves
at the white jet from the pool above
dancing up the water as it tumbles down
as easy for them as walking is for us
two pools separated by the dry
the first time this stream has stopped
opaque like treacle just like that
we swim with the stranded salmon your father
and his twin heads bobbing in the black water
your very own two headed loch monster