The Fish
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in a corner of his mouth. He didn’t fish much. He weighed like a door.
He was rainbow, with his brown and blue and a few yellowish spots, and he swirled in the sea as if it were a river.
I stared and stared and victory filled up the little rented boat, from the steering wheel, and the dealer’s name.
I’ve never seen a fish like him before, and I let him go.
- Marianne Moore