POEM AND PHOTO BY ED NORTHEN
It is that time of year
when the frenzy begins
hours upon hours
spent in front of a screen
a sport, few really follow
becomes a necessity
people get excited
gathering like Salmon to spawn
The delirium means nothing to me
my screen is silent
enjoying a sabbath’s rest.
When the tournament began
I was pursuing trout
in the icy water of a spring creek
around a bend
Trumper swans were resting
as I entered their view
they rose skyward
massive white wings
churning the water
into a crystal spray
their raucous
deep resonate honking
filled my senses with wonder
after their frenzied departure
the silence which remained
was deafening