I stand in a deep pool of emerald

waiting for the rainbow to rise.

This hunt is an endless scene

that plays over and over.

As the line tickles the water

my adversary nears the light.

Success is near, but I am careful

for this foe is smarter than most.

In the morning mist,

I see my grandfather as he once was

struggling to find himself

among the beauty of the mountains

and this ancient river.

As my catch nears its’ climax

the vision fades and the rainbow

shows itself.

There is happiness in my

success.

the river grants me peace

and a tribute…

to my grandfather.