Overhanging branches speckled brown as trout
by months of unfiltered sun and lingering
drought spring-fed streams cold
and clean on the surface water of many
rivers flowing warily westward rising
through narrow
chasms of
tumbling
boulders
swiftening under bridges built
when mystery veiled the moon
then
spreading out
into the ease of a broad delta plain.
Looking down-river watching
water-spiders float effortlessly on the taut skin
of a deep-plunging pool shady niches
harbor insect worlds and coarse bits
of upstream-stories drift past
tell tale rings on the green-black surface
where fish rise to kiss the air
and all of this will help
you see
and all you will see
in all of this
is an iridescent flash—a fish darting
into shadows in front of
or behind rocks or submerged fallen trees—
swimming impossibly fast like a dream
disappearing before your eyes
because they spotted you
before you
were able to lure them with the subtle bait
fastened on your glinting hook.
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: steinchen/Pixabay
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