will i wade the mountain streams again
searching for that quick blink of red
the moving shadow among the submerged rocks
the gently waving fins
the wake as the trout bolts for safety
will i place a hook clothed in elk hair and fur
just so on the fringe of a slow eddy
tense
waiting for it to disappear
in a sudden swirl and rainbow flash
will i find again the peace and solitude
once so easily won
by stepping into the clear moving water
merging my senses with the river’s world
~
this is reason enough to grow strong
and learn to walk again
The Ace Hotel Notebook 