Angels and Devils

I once read a book
about angels and devils
while I sat beneath
a cottonwood tree
on a huge granite boulder
beside a rushing stream
and frequently I would pause
and look above my head
leaves would quake
as though they knew
something that I had yet
uncovered until I set
the book down
and the words of
angels and devils
disappeared
to be replaced by
the sounds of life
breaking the surface
and my eyes beheld
for just a second
the rainbow speckles
of a trout
surrounded by
a rainbow mist
and then I knew
what the tree
had always
known.