Piscean plate

Somedays upstream is the way we swim,
We leap and feel our power
And we drink the freshness.

Other days we float through solemn times
Invisable to all but ourselves.

We often feel the need for others
Of our ilk so we school
And swim together as one.

But mostly we swim alone
Riding with the current,
Avoiding bait and hooks,
Self-fish but not selfish