A Fisherman's Tale

through the salt water, i see a native
of the school, a most desirable vagabond
i could see it, but not clearly
but i imagined
i imagined radiant scales
maybe a peculiar personality
possibly brilliance

i had to have it
for some reason, i was attracted
of course there are plenty fish in the sea
naturally
this beautiful thread fin does not school
she swims deep
a shallow line will not hook this one

She bit!
i questioned,
could this not be what i expected?
could i be wasting my time
naive to let my curiosity hijack my imagination at the slightest whim
what came next was not what i had predicted
it did not have a peculiar personality,radiant scales, or brilliance, but all
this beautiful catch projected everything of my wild imagination

some call this a fisherman's tail
i call this catch, one in a million