Daily Fly Fishing Poem #27: Fish or Pilgrim?
A final surge and
the fish slips through to our side,
the portal ripples and closes behind him.
Kneeling I hold him in my hand,
and in that moment I understand this;
The white and orange fins,
the red and blue spots,
are prayers to God
written on brightly colored flags,
and offered at the foot of the mountain,
at the axis of the world,
where the four rivers flow
in the four directions.
I’ve written it down this time,
so I don’t forget again.