Not Fishing

Muskrats are making love-play, they are disturbing the water under the wormy bank of the creek. I am not fishing, I am just looking at reflections. I see a swan swallow a cow whole before a ripple settles into reality, yet still it remains something copied from my eye. A willow tree closes like an umbrella which will be bad luck for the sky if it rains upwards. The brain sees upside down and the mind sees inside-out. Water adjust itself to both perspectives as it swirls in the mouth of a rainbow trout developing more pictures of itself. The fish darts away from the spears of a hunting sun. Rainbows are not easy to catch under water and the muskrats are after it. They dive into the colorblind air creating abstract art with their muddy paws.