who are the fish?

perception on the past and the past on perception

I’m a kid or all grown up

life in a tank or a creek

I grab the sleek who says it really happened?

time like a slippery goldfish

ten gallon tank

kitchen sink

while washing dishes I watch my tank remembering Strawberry’s fair

I won tiny goldfish who traveled home in a plastic bag

the bag burst and fish flopped on our car mat

I’d never seen that before

I picked him up with my hands

Alaska creek on Prince of Wales Island

at the beginning or end of a given day

I splash in a stream

and picked up  a coho salmon all squirm with my bare hands