Limits of Spectacle Lake
--in memory of my father
I said, let’s go back. Forget this business of lures and lines
and casting so far the eye could hardly follow the thread
out to snag a rainbow’s lip. Afraid we’d lose our way
and soon our boat would spin and sink.
There we’d sit eye to eye with a million trout.
When I was eight I caught my limit. But not before my father
turned the boat to shore and let out one last line
for luck. I held that rod for all the hope left
reeling in the wake. I pulled those fish
from tangled, churning light slipping underhand.
Six rainbow trout.
I don’t know who was more the spectacle that night --
the lake, me, or my father gently guiding the pole
between my unbelieving hands. Somehow he trusted
in the end of all filtering light. When he died
the next winter, I remembered six fish
laid out stiff on a plank of wood.
Eye to eye with the dead, in the wake
of the boat, I learned the limits,
the last ripple of life in a dying fish.
--T. Clear
(A poem from my youth: this dates back to 1980.)
Lovely! And what a perfect photo to accompany the poem.
ReplyDeleteI like your "new" (havne't dropped by for a while) blog design and photo.
ah, learning life's lessons and bonding with Dad. Lovely poem, T. Love your new header photo. Wow.
ReplyDeleteThank you. What a beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteRather sad T, but full of hope. We all become orphans in time.
ReplyDeleteA new week. Bisou, Cro.
What a moving poem! I love the way it turns back to the eye to eye image at the beginning. I was so struck by that image to begin with -- its simultaneous playfulness and seriousness. It's like a basket made to carry the speaker's fear. Then we realize where it's come from -- that heartbreaking and abrupt ending of all security: a father's death. Beautiful work!
ReplyDeletemy father is a trout fisherman, turning 80 this year, hands now too feeble to cast, his steps too uncertain to stand at the edge of the dam.
ReplyDeleteThis resonates with me; and I'm damn sure than my poetry way back then said nothing at all- so thank you for saying it all so well.
Thanks to all for your very thoughtful comments!
ReplyDeleteIt's a lovely poem, T., full of plangent memory and moving imagery. Thanks for it.
ReplyDeletelillyanne, thank-you for stopping by and commenting.
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