FlyFishing (for Mr. B)

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