The Dance of the Tricos


I’m sitting on my porch
sipping coffee
spending time with the hummingbirds
come to the feeder
when I notice the sparkling motes
dancing up and down

Over two hundred yards from the river
over an area of arid brush
undistinguished, as best I can tell,
from any other
every morning of late
in late summer
they’re tricos
a mating swarm surely

Famous to fly fishermen
the Tricorythodes mayflies
tiny and black
with transparent wings and tails,
as one can see
when one lands on the screen
of the screen door
a real beauty

Landing earlier, likewise, were the blue wing olives
and the caddis
along with an occasional crane fly
The damsel flies, in great numbers,
were all over the place

The river is life

About believesteve

I am a photographer and have published a book of photography and accompanying text on running the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon. The first (print) edition is out of print, but a second edition is available as an iBook (eBook) through the iTunes bookstore. All Grand Canyon, river and nature lovers will enjoy my book: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-grand/id672492447?ls=1
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