Now, nearly all those I loved and did not understand in my youth are dead, even Jessie, but still reach out to them. Of course, now I’m too old to be much of a fisherman and now I usually fish the big waters alone although some friends think I shouldn’t . But when I’m alone in the half-light of the canyon, all existence seems to fade to a being with my soul and memories , and the sounds of the big Blockfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise.Eventually all things merge into one and the river runs through it.The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks in the basement of time on some of the rocks are timeless raindrops.Under the rocks of the words and some of the words are there’s.I am haunted by waters.
