"The real trick to life is not to be in the know, but to be in the mystery."
-Fred Alan Wolf

12 November 2015


Chatham, Moonrise in Montana, 1997

Weak Winter Sun

I have been enshrouded for months
by the weak winter sun, so weak
you can stare into the face of it
without hurting your eyes and see the fire
veins in its body. It is stupidly
human to rush the season. The boy
cleans up his trout equipment. Only two
more months to the fishing opener
and the dry flies and streamers
are impatiently waiting. Seventy-seven
years of weak winter sun, the lake
frozen over with several feet of ice. The moon
glowing once without a trace of heat.
The bulbs in the flower garden ache
from the last inches of snow. Under the bridge
the trout feed on snow flies, so tiny hardly a bite.
The moon behind the skein of clouds freezes
me and advises patience. It says, be the moon with me.

Jim Harrison

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