Every year on Valentine's Day I celebrate the return of the steelhead,
Oncorhynchus mykiss (their species name) . Mykiss-what could be more perfect?
Whether the run is late or early, on Valentine's Day they are always in the
river, thrusting upstream, in the laguna, in the creeks, heading home in an
ecstatic urgency, driven back to their natal beds to spawn. If you watch the
creeks in patient silence you will see them. If you listen at night, you
will hear them leaping, slapping cradles in the gravel bars.
They are here right now, as you read this-a thread of the culture of this
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem