Mountain Stream

I have not seen a mountain stream in many years
no clear, rushing water

nor tasted the earthy flesh of a once darting fish
taken from is watery home

cooked over a fire built between rocks on the bank
fingered out and eaten flesh

nor felt that cold water wash my fingers clean
splashing upon my bare feet

all right, so I never have at all

but I see it, feel it, taste it in my head
I could go there