Poem: Babbling Tonic

I took my rod and heavy heart, Down to the stream one day, Not so bent on catching trout, But to watch the crayfish play…
I sat tired above an eddy, Near a pool, cool deep and clear, Watching crayfish swimming up, then down, In their comical reverse “gear.”
I wondered about a city life, Where countless millions just have to dream, Of sitting in the calm of woods, On the banks of pristine streams…
I felt some sorrow, just for them, While sitting within my “cure.” And knowing I’m a fortunate soul, With this serenity near my door.
Then home I went with a lighter heart, Whispering small prayers as I walked Wishing I could share this gift from God, This stream, To which I’ve talked…