The second in my poetry series...from our own Rita Shibr...beautiful verses about fly fishing.

And a shout out to my friends at Chictopia! What I'm wearing: Black wool flat front trousers from Eddie Bauer, vintage black chiffon blouse, vintage tie...xox

Fly Fishing Big Sky Country

I first saw you,

lightly adjusting your line

in the evening

over the cool green grass

Your wrist, fluid

lightening in slow motion

line unfurling, a long flag

a frog's tongue

and then snap

Again and over

for hours,  stance

as still as stone

only your graceful

unfurl and snap

Ramshackle car at dawn

rumbling into the canyon

in pungent rubber waders

we traversed

the craggy cliffs

I followed silent your exuberance

your light and steady step,

til standing cold and breathless

 knee high in rushing waters

Jagged stones and slippery moss

eagles sounding sentry

frightened and alive

I cast an unsteady

and wobbling line

Bits of wire and tiny net

shaped by nimble fingers

created a perfect nymphic foil,

weighted for our catch

Late into the evening

legs limp and shaking still

From my distant cabin

I heard your line unfurling

again,  and then over

above the cricket sounds. 

-Rita Shibr