The Salmon
It's that time of year, when the people gather to watch and fish the salmon while on their long, grueling migration.
I think of the irony in the spectacle...
It's a beautiful day.
Countless people are walking, rolling, sitting and cycling along the riverside.
Children, elders, families, couples, disabled folks, lovers, young teens, doggos.
Everyone is gathered for the salmon.
Photographs, videos, laughter, shouting, lines sinking, splashing.
I think of the salmon...
Their bodies gliding through the water, pushing up against the sharp, rocky river bottom.
A miniscule portion of the incredible distance they have and will travel(ed).
Many will not make it.
Very few will.
I think of the salmon...
They are not meant to be in this river.
Stocked by the government.
Year after year.
The cycle continues.
It's that time of year, when the people gather to watch and fish the salmon...
(Written October 2nd. Location: Humber River, Toronto, ON)
