And suddenly everything seems more valuable


The Current

These fish have no eyes

these silver fish that come to me in dreams,

scattering their roe and milt

in the pockets of my brain.

But there’s one that comes –

heavy, scarred, silent like the rest,

that simply holds against the current,

closing its dark mouth against

the current, closing and opening

as it holds to the current.

Raymond Carver – The Current

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