River Poem

I ran into some snotty fish the other day
‘round about evening
rising in the dimple calm
current nothing
bring nothing back down to me
rising to the scattered minutia
mayflies golden yellow
dropping through the shadows
falling in the sunlight
go down
basking in the damp sweet scent
weed
trolled off rocks in big clumps
the fish spat back at me

and what did he say
an excited there ya go
and something more
a gibberish yagosomama
maybe more
the water tongue go trickle on
in the evening

casting dries
into the glare
upward and back down
the sudden snap
tension
the fly sink down
away

and the river stretch on
in the limitless night
and the river speak on
the words a little more faint

I am almost there
within the undying flow
I can feel the waters grow

time the illusion