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"When
I get to the top, there it is, just as always,
a golden globe making ready for its rest."
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The Quiet Sport
By Dan Sears
Early sunlight casts a candle glow as it
meets the morning mist and fog.
I gently tip toe in shallow water as to not
disturb the still sleeping residents.
In my hand light bamboo caresses silk and gut,
at the end fur and feathers are tied.
I hope to mimic perfectly a morsel
that my prey might desire.
Squinting to find the perfect lie, a ripple,
a seam, a place they call home.
I know they are there, I see the dimples,
I see the swirls.
This will require the perfect cast to
lay the line and fly above.
I feel the cane flex into its butt, as line
shoots to the spot I hoped.
Mending helps the tiny imitator begin its
drift to where breakfast will be served.
I eye the bug, I see the rise, I notice the splash
I feel the tug having felt it before.
In an instant the acrobatics begin, a shining
figure in the spray and lifting fog.
I fight the first run with little effort as I have
outwitted it just this time.
Now for the real pleasure, the instant when
it comes to hand for admiration.
I hold it gently, reflecting on past pursuits
then slowly, easily, say goodbye.
Copyright Aug/07
Dan Sears
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 About
the Poet:
Dan Sears lives in the Ozark Mountains of
Northwest Arkansas where the region is rich in pristine streams full of
trophy small mouth bass and tailwaters full of large trout. He is
a passionate fly fisherman who collects and fishes vintage fiberglass
rods and reels. Dan lives with his wife of nearly 34 years and
they have three children and 5 grandchildren who all enjoy the outdoors
and "Pop" taking them fishing. Dan is only a few years from
retirement in his position as a Court Services Administrator primarily
working with children and their families in the Juvenile Court system.
Prior to a career with the courts he spent several years as a radio
newsman with his most infamous claim as the first person to announce the
death of Elvis Presley. When not working, taking care of
grandchildren or fishing you might find him at the fly tying bench or
writing poetry about his outdoor and fishing experiences.
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