On The Weber RiverA Poem by JRI knew it was under that rock big fat brown, undulating with the current twisting its hips back and forth trying so hard to not be seen but I knew it was there, I’d watched it feed ripples stretched and snatched by the stream I’d been coming here weeks, trying to tempt it but nothing worked it didn’t want my worms, it didn’t want my flies damn thing wouldn’t even take a spinner yellow and brown, that I angled just right to come up with the current right above him I’d sit in the mud, frustrated, switching my setup and it would just hang there in the shadow under that rock twisting its hips back and forth; Then it hit me, one day watching it ignore my lime green bait maybe I’m not here to catch that brown maybe it’s not about the fish maybe it’s about the sky and the way clouds stretch thin through it maybe it’s about the conversation of the river the chuckle and giggle over its stones and ripple maybe it’s about watching the owl drop like a hush from the dead aspen to snatch his dinner with a whisper maybe it’s about the wind that puckers my skin beneath the warm of my fleece maybe I’m not out here to catch that fish twisting its hips back and forth maybe I’m out here trying to catch myself © 2020 JR |
Stats
19 Views
Added on February 22, 2020 Last Updated on February 22, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
|