Author's Note: Recently, my son and I went fly fishing on the icy waters of the East Verde River in northern Arizona; the only place in the world where there are Gila trout, and until 2006, were on the endangered species' list. A bio. note along with other information may be found here.
What does desire want beyond other desires? Perhaps this is a question for desire itself. Those daily formations thought to be sylphs, essences, or argosies, tell us all that is or will be in their reformations. Are we not born with a sense about the world that does not leave us— is this not the text of the unknown? I have waited all my life for such lines as these—or those clouds make, but they only turn and billow as they have done today, or as they will tomorrow.
©2020 Michael Gessner
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