The Squannacook at Dawn
Where the riffle spills across smooth cobble
then slows to fill this quiet pool, the moon,
undulating on the surface, slips
through my fishing net. Another rainbow
trout has shaken loose, But, oh, that cool
splash of water on my face, that great
horned owl asking who. As usual,
it’s me twitching my old caddis fly
to find whatever’s stirring at first light,
not bothered that my creel is empty. See,
no matter where I go from here today
the river will be with me. Let it flow.
by Richard Jordan from The Squannacook at Dawn (Poetry Box 2024)
Cover design by Shawn Aveningo Sanders
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