I suffer piscination,
obsessing for trout,
wearing Polarized glasses,
alternating colors to
match the sky and my moods,
to plumb the creeks
traveled at double-nickel.
On rivers, I seek what pass
understanding, why-fors and what-suches.
Floating past The Meadows we are
a few miles into the float,
only one half-assed flash at a streamer
to show for six hours of effort.
Comes a sound, close but far
off beyond the cedars to the south.
Bear, God offers?
Owl on the prowl, says the guide.
I say, tired of a fish-and-berry diet, I’m thinking
carnivorous space cow devouring a bear.
Biologists and realists reject this
As flawed logic and worse science,
But let us remember,
Galileo’s view of the universe
for six centuries.
I am not swayed by science
inadequate for the moment.
all the big trout seem gone from
these nutritious waters,
a liquid smorgasbord.
I demand explanation.
and a space cow makes as much sense
as barometric pressure plummets
or a fish god’s petty vengeance.