I've Come to Know
by Sharmagne Leland-St. John
(after an oil on canvas by Mary McInnis)
I've come to know that sun dappled path
through the spinney down to the river.
Sometimes when I dream about you,
you're already wading the river,
your fly rod at 10 and 2
then the monofilament billows out
and the fly you've carefully crafted
hits the surface of the stream
and a second later I hear you call out,
"I got a strike!"
You jerk the rod to set the hook.
Then the whirr of the reel
as the steelhead runs...
You follow him downstream,
gingerly manoeuvring across
slippery rocks and uneven
Then I awaken and know
I won't be having steelhead
for dinner tonight,
but I'll follow the trail
down to our river,
sun myself on the boulders
and wish you were still here.