I grew weary
Of fishing in
A trout pond
Assured of catching
Trout with little
Lure I dreamed
Of fly fishing
Me one with
The river knee
Deep wading into
Treacherous icy cold
Currents and silently
Dropping a fly
Over head one
With the canyon
Never certain that
I’d get nibbles
Until up you
Lunged a shimmering
Rainbow snatching my
Hook struggle we
Did until at
Long last you
Were beside me
Unhooking you I
Did throwing you
Back to swim
And yet you
Stayed beside me
Still free to
Choose either me
Or the river
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 