To the departed

You’ve gone. And you, and you, and you too.

Re-entered into the stream of a life unknown to me,

or exited, who knows?

Taken up the pogo-stick, no time for words, no words come.

Must have been bounced out,

or perhaps evicted by the clatter-clank of background thoughts.

And once again, this is all about me.

Just another salmon.

Out there, somewhere. xxL