Illusion of a Fly Fisherman

Illusion of a Fly Fisherman

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The illusion of tranquility lies

within the mind of the beholder

To some it is being engrossed in a telling novel

Others it’s just daydreaming of peaceful adventures

This is my illusion

Cold creek water flowing around hip boots

Forested pines shadowing over a mountain stream

Its waters glistening from the early sunrise

that finds its way through openings of boughs and needles

Crystal clear water deflects off sturdy boulders than,

into ‘Boiling falls’, it voices subtle anguish

before settling quietly in a tail out

The sweet sound of riffling water

when I listen closely

The ease of contentment

when I stop and realize my surroundings

I’m engulfed in its beauty

but still something is missing

Something unseen with the naked eye

Something hidden within the waters

Something!

I continue my quest

Searching for something

with the mystique of a fly rod

Than it happens

A gentle take

and I force the initiative

The fly rod comes alive

like the churning water before me

I think as if the ‘unseen’ relinquishes in trust

I calmly bring the ’missing something’ to hand

Though defeated it displays beauty with pride

I release it,

trust must be acknowledged!

The rainbow disappears into tranquil waters

like a rainbow into a soft blue evening sky

I continue my pursuit

knowing it only takes one

to make my adventure exceptional

Tranquility settles in

It wasn’t an illusion after all

~doubletaper