Flyfishing the Saranac

Crystal churning
through rock and gravel
Wash of life
from what is high
and clean
To what is low
and muddy
I dance my lies
on the surface
Trying to catch the eye
of another world
feather and barb
fin and hunger
A strike between
air, water
boiling fight
clicking drag
final grasping surrender
Exhilaration of victor
Then of both
on release
a swirled vanishing
into the current
more lies dance
on the surface