If I could dump
this mind like a bucket
I’d weigh less than
a whisper across water,
less than a minnow
swimming in
panic, contained
and vibrating bait.
How did we kill them?
I don’t remember that part.
How did we free them?
With a hook—dangling
from the rod I dropped
over the side—
pulled away by the stillness
of the current.
It was that easy to let go.
It was that easy to catch a fish.
This was originally published in Spring 2018 edition of The Helix.
