There was one fish that got away; a marvelous fish that will
forever haunt me. I had it in reach but did not understand or properly
calculate its movements or the depth of what it was thinking and feeling. If
only; if only the fish had not moved
toward the rocks and the chute of no return, I may have had a chance. There were so many what if’s.
I misjudged the
infinite distance between us, even as I felt close. All I know now is that it
can never return up the Chute to the place I once casted my line. There can be no re-do’s or second casts.
The fish and the river cascades on down the canyon as I
stand watching and asking the same hard questions over and over again; as I will this Fall, and winter, and Spring.
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