Dream back how you waded
a Montana stream, at each bend
toward the far bank. Until dusk.
Until cold crept in. Fire reflected red
on meadow grass when you got back
to camp. Rainbow alive a few hours ago
sizzled in the skillet, gold stripes
still bright on their sides. Out-fished
you devoured her form layered
by growing shadows where she bent
spatula in hand. Mint along the creek
sent sweet scent into gathering night.
Willows waved themselves
into black pickets around your tent.
Full, the day spent, you were happy
to press against her back
as the moon rose and she slept.