Standing in the boat on a clear day at
Beech Fork is like standing on the great
lip of the world. I know somethingâ€™s
down there as tackle ploinks into the water.
Before grandfather can say, â€œReel her
in.â€‚Donâ€™t give her too much line,â€
I think of the fish as she. She is
swallowing my offering,
and I am lifting her from water
into a world where she cannot live.
Now, Iâ€™ve got to get her into the boat,
close to me, to be held in the sun
and air of my fantasy.
She smells like the deep mystery of
the worldâ€™s insides.â€‚She is all
things bright and provocative.â€‚
I look into her face thinking
this will make a great memory,
as if we are alone and I am capable
of more than one kind of love.
Copyright Ron Houchin 2009