I stand just knee-deep in the water
Watch and smile as the current flows by
And I ache just to think of the fishes
Swimming by as I ruffle their sky
- Lake County Illinois
How I long to be one with the riffles
Lilting wetly and moving the sand
Making fun of the footsteps of mortals
Whose futile work falls on the land
Then I spy in a pool small swamp darters
Smiling keenly and moving about
Knowing nothing is ever forever
As my hand moves the lilies about
It’s so tempting to join in the living
Feel the tug of the algae beneath
Lose myself to these waves of abandon
Sink my soul, sink my hands, sink my feet
I lie down in the life-giving wetness
Let it slide over my tired life and limb
Close my eyes to the bright rays of sunshine
Grab a fistful of muck in the dim
- From Professional Bow Hunters Society website
I grow roots fins and gills as I lie here
I breathe rain and the muck warms my scales
Then I wriggle away with my soul mates
As a bowfin nips hard at my tail.
I escape to the pools and the thalwegs
I give over to point bars and runs
Leave behind all the worry and sadness
To the men toiling hard in the sun