Hunting in the shallows she waited hoping
To catch the fish this time or even a glimmer
It swam deeper sensing a needful presence
She needed to know it could be caught
Caressed a moment less than a heartbeat
Set free again to do it’s thing
She wanted only to look and wonder at it
Up close to know if the scales were brilliant
Like captured rainbows glowing in unison
Or if it’s coat was murky grey and eyes dead
Lifeless like the voice she sometimes thought she heard
Or rich and melodic and full of the deep waters
Gurgling and laughing
She will return tomorrow to stand in the icy waters
Feet planted apart on rocks and blue with cold
Soles cut from the jagged edges which she ignores
Too determined to notice
Tomorrow then she will return and the next day until
She sees if the origin of a rainbow and a pot of gold
Really start and finish together
Here in the cool mountain river.
Ailsa
©AilsaCawleyPoetry 2016
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