your catfish friend
I stumbled across this poem in a collection, made note of it and then forgot it again, until I woke this morning after a fantastic night with one of my oldest friends. We didn't do anything particularly special. We ate Chinese take out and watermelon, watched birds as we sat on her mom's back deck and talked. It was lovely.
Your Catfish Friend
If I were to live my lifein catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by one evening when the moon was shining down into my dark home and stand there at the edge of my affection and think, "It's beautiful here by this pond. I wish somebody loved me," I'd love you and be your catfish friend and drive such lonely thoughts from your mind and suddenly you would be at peace, and ask yourself, "I wonder if there are any catfish in this pond? It seems like a perfect place for them."