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

 by Richard Brautigan

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."