These fish have no eyes <br />these silver fish that come to me in dreams, <br />scattering their roe and milt <br />in the pockets of my brain. <br /> <br />But there's one that comes- <br />heavy, scarred, silent like the rest, <br />that simply holds against the current, <br /> <br />closing its dark mouth against <br />the current, closing and opening <br />as it holds to the current.<br /><br />Raymond Clevie Carver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-current-3/
