Red Rocks by Anthony Naples
Daily Fly Fishing Poem #20: The Difference Between Searching and Finding
I turned the stream inside out like a pocket,
searching for things that I thought were in there.
But I only found a blue ribbon of sky,
slipping between the red rocks and dark ridges of pine,
a rusted-out car, an old stone wall, a pile of crumbling tin cans,
a patch of daffodils and an apple tree.
