Delayed Harvest

                                         for Jim McKean

Before we struggled to hold light 
along this line of the Jacob Fork,

we tied on the nearly invisible
tippet to nymph pools, glimpse

broken halos. Rainbows held low
in their lanes. Sometimes they rose

to brighten the surface, our breath
tightening on the take. The rest

of the morning, we worked a section 
below the bridge, wanting only 

to return shadows into the river.

Credit

Copyright © 2019 by Jon Pineda. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on October 11, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“It’s no secret among my family and friends that I’m obsessed with fly fishing and have been for years. The poem ‘Delayed Harvest’ came about after a friend (the poet and memoirist James McKean) and I fished the Jacob Fork River, located in the mountains of North Carolina. Sections of a river marked ‘delayed harvest’ are for catch and release only, and so for a brief moment, if everything comes together in just the right way, you get to hold some of this light and, more importantly, let it go.”
Jon Pineda